Pure garage scuzz, sneering delivery of platitudes of banality elevated to art.
Baaaaaaasss-snare, baaaaaaaaasss-snare, every rhythm section lurch all bending of a moist plank and releasing with a *thack*, little little cycles of stored energy released again and again, pure orgasm addict, pure buzzcocks.
These guys are just fucking around, and that makes it damned exciting, full of wherethefuck surges and deadpan boredom both 3.5/5
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