One of the many (many) (ok, countless) tapes that slipped by me when it was initially released a few years ago. Fortunately I'm patient, and a few weeks back I got to experience Vancouver's WIREHEAD like it was all brand new. Because it was brand new. To me. Full on BUZZCOCKS through a SOVIETTES filter energy, presented in massive pegged-in-the-red fidelity just begging to be blasted. Not new anymore, this is ten minutes destined to become an old friend.
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