Here's an album with a sound. There is the dissonant guitar paean, undercut by a lumbering doubletime bass, and the maniacal overblown shrieks of a demented frontman, and that's the basic blueprint for every song on this seething slab of psychobilly punkrock freakoutism.
Two good things: The Horrors find a lot of hooky, inventive ways to use that blueprint; and its a good goddamn blueprint. The sound is raw and true, exciting bordering on harrowing, The Horrors go for a shitkicking sheetmetal sound and they stick the landing again and again, stick it 11 times, stick it like a prison snitch, again and again and again and again 4/5
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stick it like a prison snitch indeed.
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