This little morsel slipped into my inbox a while back and left me breathless. Sun baked, sweaty garage punk from strip mall wastelands surrounded by the Sonoran desert, this Phoenix outfit captures '60s fuzz and fukkn owns the energy. This is the punk of dehydration and bathtub crank, of going hard and going all night, this is the sound that made the first wave punks turn away from hardcore in the '90s - listen to FREAKS OF NATURE and you'll understand why.
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