By now we're pretty used to punk and lo fi and indie pop and whatever the fuck The Shaggs was. But in 1966, the idea that you would make music without really being particularly good at playing your instruments or having decent recording equipment or having any verifiable talent to speak of was a bit more adventurous. The Godz make minimalist one-chord songs that lurch in place, made mostly of acoustic texture and meandering notes and tape artifacts, building pillowey crunch for the vocals to soar over clumsily.
The band swings from Ween to Guided by Voices*, sometimes leaning on weirdness to make up for their deficiencies, sometimes just baring earnestness. It's the latter that wins out, and the album just...pulls it off. It takes up a warm place in your heart. It has little to offer, few pretentions; it's only modestly interesting while you're listening to it; but afterwards it'll have nuzzled out a space that you won't begrudge 3.5/5
* Bob Pollard mentions them as an influence, and the vocals sound a bit like his to boot
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