Primal garage pop, with a deep feel for Cramps/psychobilly and at times downright silly.
A great, pulsating, vibrant racket.
When I first heard We Built a Fire, I thought, bloody hell, this is very Arthur Lee.
An absolutely blistering record.
The most bizarre name of the day is that of Soda Fountain Rag (Norway)
Into the Wilderness with a feather up your arse
"…it won’t be all crash-bang will it?"