What a brilliant, woolly lost gem -- a horn-drenched, era-hopping, lo-fi garage-psych masterpiece. The songs lurch with bent honkytonk fever, packed with glammy swoon, retro riffage, and no small amount of piss-take, in the spirit of Zappa, Rundgren, and golden age Kinks. I can't keep a bead on it - for every borrowing*, there's an invention; for every irony, a steely-eyed sincerity.
Need about a dozen more listens before I know what it's deal is, which is good enough for a provisional 4.5/5
* Elvis, Stones, Sabbath, Bowie, LaVern Baker, etc etc etc
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