Cupp Cave

Cupp Cave's second proper album, after a string of EPs, is a hazed and skittery affair that plays on themes of degradation amongst a sea of jump cut beats. Bringing to mind a few of our new favorites in this realm, like Andy Stott, T+++ or a whole host of Brainfeeder alums; the album is a masterwork of obscured rhythms and softly lapping static. It’s an analog playground that feels like it owes a debt to Boards of Canada in its worn copy aesthetic. Retina Waves sees the Belgian beatmaker drop into the RAMP stable alongside some celebrated newcomers like Zomby and Teeth and CC is certainly up to par with any of his esteemed labelmates. The album is best as a waking dream soundtrack or late night come down, it’s thumping, rolling structure is perfect for the spaces between thoughts. It’s blissfully hypnotic and quickly moving its way into our daily rotation around here.

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Blasted Canyons – 2nd Place 12" Matt Jones and Heather Fedewa's Blasted Canyons dispel a bit of the fuzz that shrouded their previous eponymous Castle Face album and hone their sound down to its biting best on this EP. Originally brought on tour and now released to the

general populace, 2nd Place is six tracks that push-pull between male and female vocals, swiveling the focus onto their squirrely keyboards and driving harmonies and feeling like a cool relief after the scorch of their early material. Definitely some of their most straightforward and well crafted bits yet, songs like "Get High" push out of the garage arena and into a post-punk swagger buoyed by a few of their best hooks to date. Pick one up while they stick around. Download: [MP3] Blasted Canyons - Holy Geometry Support the artist. Buy it HERE

Spacin'

Birds of Maya had a rather famously blistering live set but when the members set off in solo directions Mike Polizze (Purling Hiss) took the blast and Jason Killinger took the boogie. Killinger's undertaken the name Spacin' and that seems to sum up this album of Velvet-toasted, fidelity smashed rockers interspersed by Ash-Ra Worshiping interludes that poke into 70's cop soundtracks and Latin funk. The album spins the dials on stoner rock like a channel flipped blur that feels soaked in taco grease and resin. Many have tried for the effortless mesh of rolling paper crackle and power groove thrust but few have done it with such duct taped boombox appeal. Deep Thuds knows just when to lay back and let the current take you and when to burn the guitars back into your skull, kick in the melody and knock out the kind of 70's rockers that weaned a million Midwest kids through grade school. Its not rocket science because frankly we're pretty sure Spacin' spent science class out behind the gym soaking up the inspiration for Deep Thuds.

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Cheap Time

Cheap Time is a living organism, mutating album to album but always revolving around a core of late 70's musical influences. The reliable lineup constant is main force Jeffery Novak, and with each album he reshapes and redefines the form that Cheap Time will take. Their first album bit us hard with its brand of snotty punk that dove into waters infested by The Quick and Milk n' Cookies paired with a much more ragged and frantic pulse. Their sophomore album, Fantastic Explanations dipped its toes a bit too far into Richard Davies' deep end and its pop excess wasn't exactly what we were hoping for. However, Wallpaper Music takes all the turns we expected would have shown up on that sophomore outing, digesting all of their past influences completely and it's a much stronger record for it. The album takes their snotty punk palette, caffeinated crunch of guitars and fuck-it-all heart on sleeve lyrical approach and grows it up a bit. Tougher and leaner than its predecessors, but with just as much bounce, the record rolls through Brit toughs like The Jam and Sex Pistols and ties on their Aussie counterparts The Saints before coating them all in that glam sheen that Novak seems to carry like a badge. Its a deep pocketed punk record that fully acknowledges those who blazed the trails while nicking the best bits and pinning them together into an excellently bristly album. Its some of the best and most accomplished work we've heard yet from the band and one you're going to want to check out.

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Evan Caminiti

Honestly I'm not really sure when the two halves of Barn Owl ever find time to sleep. With their own prolific output, numerous collaborations and two solo careers that would make most artists blush with their constant output of quality; the pair are something to marvel at. On his first record for Immune, Evan Caminiti seems to have walked out of the dust coated desert that serves as a setting for so many of Barn Owl and co.'s releases and into the billowy coastal fog beyond. The album admittedly plays with kosmiche synth and dub themes, marrying them to the meditative guitar that has always been a focus of his work. Though here, the guitars poke tentatively through the swirling murk, never rising to the fervor and monolithic crescendos that Caminiti has worked like clay in the past. Night Dust is a much more darkly psychedelic record than he's turned out in the past, spending more time grasping at the lurking surroundings with eerie panic than laying them to waste with a charred slash of the strings. That panic is familiar though, or at least its close cousin unease, which finds its way into much of Barn Owl's catalog, but here it delves much deeper through the ink black looking glass, feeling more desperate and more all consuming than it has in the past. Night Dust isn't for the casual traveler. It’s for the serious kosmiche traveler looking to reach the nerve of despair and twist it until the truth comes out. Watch the video for "Returning Spirits" below.

Video Premiere - "Returning Sprits"


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	U.V. PØP - No Songs Tomorrow U.V. PØP was the creation of John K. White, who fashioned the moniker as a solo project in between bands but ended up turning out his best work under the name. The first single was produced by Caberet Voltaire and
caught the attention of John Peel, garnering them even more acclaim in his native UK. They went on to open for Pulp and Culture Club in their infancy and fleshed out their bleak goth-pop into a sound that split the expanse between The Cure and Joy Division without quite touching on the intangible greatness of either. This album, reissued and fleshed out by Sacred Bones shows the band in their most sparse incarnation and its easy to see why the label should have an affinity for someone who served as a precursor to the sound that many of the labels current bedroom curtain pullers have created. White built up a proper band to issue a follow-up and then disappeared for a few decades until recently when the SB crew has coaxed them out of hiding and onto some reunion dates. It’s a rather interesting footnote of a record and even more so noting that it charted for about a week in the UK around the time of its debut, but for now it’s resurrected for a whole new generation of dour dreamers to obsess over. Download: [MP3] U.V. PØP - Portrait (Extended) Support the artist, buy it HERE

Sam Flax

Not to be confused with the NY art supply chain, Sam Flax is an L.A. warp-pop purveyor churning out 80's VHS refractions that fall down the same channels as Ariel Pink and to a lesser extent Jon Maus. Blurring the memory lines between glam and disco then making the neon pink waves of Dire Straits guitar lines float perfectly into place; Flax is a master at tip-of-the-tongue nostalgia. Each song seems like you just can't place the 80's "working hard" movie montage you first heard it in, but before the need to hit Google grabs hold; the dark-alley, dance-the-pain-out vibe snags your inhibitions and takes right over. Unlike his closest contemporaries, this first offering isn't so lo-fi that it’s mired in the hypnogogic hangover that befalls the James Ferraro end of the spectrum. It’s pretty clean and with time and a few flourishes it’s easy to see how a follow up will explode into glossy goodness. But for now, Age Waves has us entranced with its glittered sweat gyrations and tangled spools snap. It’s a record that feels instantly enmeshed in your life and only continues to dig deeper, making those false memories into new ones and jamming its choruses into your mind for good. The tape is out on Burger right now with an LP in the works. Keep an eye out for both.

Listen: "Fire Doesn't Burn Itself"


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BI – Surf n' Turf 7" There are a few artists whose involvement in a project perks ears around the RSTB outpost and makes for a need to check into said project immediately. Jimmy Hey is one of those people. His tenure in bands like the immeasurably good

Beachwood Sparks and the sorely underrated All Night Radio has led us to put a certain stock in the man's ability to give pop a new bent just when it needs it most. Add to that resume a role in shaping Ariel Pink's latest melted mind crossover and you begin to see why we're devotees. So, when news came across that Hey had sparked up collaboration with Black Dice deviant Eric Copeland, needless to say there was a healthy dose of curiosity brewing. The marriage of the two bi-coastal collaborators (BI, get the name now?) is just as one might expect; a psychedelic pop odyssey that mangles kaleidoscopic pop through a dozen prisms of sound and motion. It’s the natural extension of what All Night Radio began and a pretty strong contender for our favorite single of the year so far. A strong enough single to be considered a double a-side with both tracks coming across like lost 60's sunshine pop left in the oven and warbling happily against your stylus. Here's hoping that the pair kept the pen pal sessions up long enough to forge an album out of this! Listen: Support the artist. Buy it HERE

Nude Beach

2012 seems like an unlikely year for power pop to firmly assert itself but it seems that so many sides of the genre are rearing its head lately. While some of our favorites have taken the hard edge of the form and shown it through punk and garage's inviting doors Nude Beach takes the working class low slung strum that evolved into the roots rock sound of Springsteen and Tom Petty from what Big Star and Dwight Twilley built. Honestly the band's second album (aptly titled II) seems to delight in the exact moment the transition from the two camps transpired. The record is earnest, with a heart on its sleeve quality that seems almost too sincere for these times but plays with enough sweat and grit to balance the anthemic honesty of its pop heart. The band knows its way around the lonesome streets and cracked leather soul of the genre's steel heart and they've hammered II into the kind of record that grows deeper with each drink. Self-released by the boys themselves you can pick it up for a donation from their bandcamp but its well advised that you seek it out on vinyl (below) and let this one crackle its way into your nights.

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Troy Schafer

Troy Schafer isn't primarily known for his stirring compositions. The Wisconsin artist is primarily known around these parts for his contributions to Burial Hex and the more experimental Second Family Band. However, on his solo album Evening Song Awaken Schafer's classical chops are thrust to the forefront and it’s a wonder they haven't come to the surface sooner. A raw nerve cycle of tension and beauty, the record fits in nicely with some of the discomfiting composition work prone to the Miasmah label or to some of Type's moodier classmen like Deaf Center. The album teems with emotion and its both starkly beautiful and bittersweet in its execution, feeling every bit the soundtrack without a film that seems so prominent in the neo-classical niche these days. Whatever the film that's playing in Schafer's head chances are its full of grey clouded fields, long tracking runs of rain dampened stone streets and a balance of life and death held tight in the characters' hands. Those looking for a new accompaniment to rainy days would be well advised to seek this out, and soon as Recital has run it in an edition of 200.

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Human Teenager

Human Teenager is the warped product of skewed pop protagonists Greg Dalton (better known as Gary War) and Taylor Richardson of Infinity Window. The duo's back catalogs render them pretty compatible playmates and the end results only confirm this theory with the record melting like a 48 count crayola over a stack of synth pop and oddball punk obscurities. The duo hammers the gooey ruin into the kind of outsider folk art that holds an uncomfortable mirror up to onlookers. Animal Husbandry winds up over saturated in the best of ways, pulling from a carefully curated selection of past masters and hewn from the rock of media splashed daily life. And while it seems like a chaotic collision to some ears, repeated plays see it unfold into a masterful psychedelic classic. It’s another notch in both artist’s belts and a testament that both Editions Mego and its offspring Spectrum Spools have the lock on the most innovative synth music coming out of any corner.

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	The Pows - Once With Snot and Blood Like most of the people not living in or around Columbia, Missouri I had little exposure to The Pows until having some well deserved light shown upon them by Chicago's Permanent Records. The band, part
of Columbia's under documented Cat Jams CD-r label, was a ragged and ripped garage unit that operated in the scene from around '98 to '04 and then faded away with some hometown hero pride and one last reunion show to their name before the label itself folded in 2008. This retrospective sees the band move from threadbare garage rippers to more heady, noisy experimentalism. It’s the sound of a band that could have only existed in a fervent fanbase at a specific time and place but its isolation doesn't belie it vitality. The songs sting with life and an inherit weirdness that calls to mind Chrome, The Monks and will certainly appeal to fans of the frayed sensibilities of current slingers like Sic Alps. It ain't pretty but then no one ever said the best things were supposed to be. The Permanent peeps pressed these in a scant run of 100 hand glued LPs and you'd be well advised to pick one up as soon as you see one (they're available at Permanent in Chicago and L.A. on Record Store day and most likely eBay in the near future). Download: [MP3] The Pows - Female Fantasy

Paco Sala

While recordings under Anthony Harrison's Konntinent moniker slice cleanly through experimental synth's waters, as Paco Sala he's begun a darkened tumble down a back alley of dub-inflated electronics that utilizes vocalist's Leyli's voice as a guiding force of shrouded pop fantasy. Certainly more accessible than his previous work but still feeling like a well kept secret, Ro-Me-Ro exists in a steamed glass box of humid synth strings, tunnel-echo percussion and sensuously slow tempos that skirt the lines of sexy and sinister. Harrison buoys Leyli's voice in honeyed tropicalia and foreboding synth menace at the same time, balancing her siren vocals with half-tempo demonic incantations that murmur in the background and dissipate in the fog. Konntinent had always intrigued me but it’s easy to see that Harrison had been saving his best for something else and luckily Digitalis was there to pick up on it. Nab this one quick for its enchanting tones and the equally impressive cover art by Marie-Pascale Hardy.

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King Tuff – Wild Desire 7" Yet another triumphant piece of the King Tuff 2012 domination, this single for the Suicide Squeeze singles series picks up two non-album tracks that precede his excellent eponymous album scheduled for May. The title track is as buoyant as we've ever

heard him, with the gum ball crunch of guitars, a hook large enough to bag a humpback whale and plenty of trademark King Tuff Technicolor pop accoutrements. The b-side cools things slightly with a mid-tempo strummer that plays it swift and breezy. One of the year's best for sure and more proof that the crew over at the Squeeze have been reading our dream journal for 7" inspiration again. Pick it up where you can. Download: [MP3] King Tuff - Wild Desire Support the artist. Buy it HERE

The Hussy

We've been bombarded with releases lately, which means all too often that something deserving of praise gets lost until we pull it from the cracks of our disarray. The Hussy's latest, Weed Seizure falls squarely in this category and we feel remiss for not turning you onto it sooner. The album, out now on Tic Tac Totally, is a fuzz laden garage-pop blaster that rolls melodic swingers, frantic shouters and spot on pscyh under the bus of kick-it-out power jams. With male and female vocals in equal measures taking center stage here the band is right at home with their label and tour mates bringing to mind various elements of Bare Wires, OBN III's, Super Wild Horses and the scrappier ends of the Thee Oh Sees’ spectrum. Corroded like a landfill battery and just as deadly, Weed Seizures is at its best when it turns the tempos up and shreds the vox through a half ton of frayed wire soul. Hell this one's got us hooked at the cover art alone, which looks like a peyote fever dream that threatens to turn equal directions towards enlightenment and meltdown. Be sure to catch them out on the road, they've still got some upcoming tour dates with Ty, White Fence and others towards the end of a US tour.

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Trouble Books

Trouble Books exist in a bubbling, blinking, gauzy euphoria that's been occupied in the past by Broadcast and more recently by some of their Ohio contemporaries like Mark McGuire and his daytime coworkers in Emeralds. In fact, the band has collaborated with McGuire in the past and it’s easy to see how the two could find common ground. RSTB was introduced to the duo through the band's Keith Freund who released a hushed, dreamy solo LP full of carefully constructed tones and field recordings last year. Upon receiving their new full length, it was no surprise that it turned out to be a gorgeous and delicately balanced affair, however it’s far more so than we could have ever hoped. Concatenating Fields is more vocal heavy than Freund's solo endeavors and the duo (Freund along with Linda Lejsovka) constructs a quivering world of light and color and sound that seems built on the tenuous conspiracies of hope and the bittersweet tugs of sense memory. The band has said the album uses Josef Albers’s Interaction of Color as a sort of oblique strategies guide and as a result the album feels intrinsically tied to the color of tones and inversely the tones of color. Tracks pulse and twist with the tortured soul of a mechanical heart, precise in its machinations but dependent on the soft flesh around it for support; and rightly so as the album utilizes an array of sequencers but is ultimately humanized, as the band says, by the "varying speeds of their unstable tape recorders." Wrapped in an equally lovely gatefold cover, the LP is available in a limited edition of 300.

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Ty Segall and White Fence

Awww how nice Ty Segall and Tim Presley seem to know how much we love hard fuzzed 60's nuggets around here and they've teamed up for a collaborative LP to celebrate the form. No stranger to 60's motifs himself, White Fences' Presley usually floats in the cracked mirror headspace that Syd Barrett seemed to swim in, but here the addition of Segall's scuzz-natted guitar leads and garage charm take the project into far tougher territory than the Fence has ever wandered on his own. The pairing seems serendipitous all around as both artists play off of one-another's strengths and strip away some of their respective tendencies to indulge. The album is a love letter to 60's comps from Nuggets on down even playing the visual part with a fish-eyed cover pic that looks straight out of the dollar bin scavenger hunt. The album goes by in a blur and its only real shortcoming is that it leaves you wanting more as soon as the last track scratches to a stop. This is an essential document from two artists whose catalogs inspire those words often.

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	Kangaroo - Kangaroo Formed by Barbara Keith and N.D. Smart II (formerly of the also undersung Remains), Kangaroo is often lamented as not living up to the talent and potential they were blessed with. The real tragedy is that Keith's folk-rock vocals were
under used on the album and often relegated to backup status, though where she pops up, she shines. The album veers between a mix of 60's folk-rock, Southern rock and psychedelic indulgences and though these are often at odds with each other there are times when it gels into a pleasantly eclectic stew that seems evocative of the times it was created. The album could have benefited from removing some of the Southern rockers that seem almost forced and cartoonishly rural, with the band describing a frog hunting trip ("Frog Giggin") and the wonders of fried chicken ("Tweed's Chicken Inn"). Aside from these missteps, the group does have several moments when everything seems in alignment, as on the gorgeous and memorable "Daydream Stallion," and it alone proves the worth of this record. A few other nuggets are included as well and honestly I'm partial to some of Smart's 60's rollickers but ultimately the album would sell poorly and the band would dissolve with Keith going on to a more celebrated solo career. Download: [MP3] Kangaroo - Make Some Room in Your Life Support the artist. Buy it: HERE

Video Premiere: Nice Face - "Shaman"

Very few artists in the last few years have left us as impatient for more as Nice Face. Following the LP Immer Etwas, one of our best of 2010, the band has built up a new album for HoZac full of flesh eating fuzz and cracked rib drums, though the first single out of the box is the slow burn haze of "Shaman". Check out the video above which follows the grainy incantations of a forest sorceress and check back shortly for more a full review of the band's excellent Horizon Fires. For more info you can also pop over to HoZac.

Mariee Sioux

Its always weird when a name from the past rears its head after so many years. Has it really been since 2007 that we'd thought of Mariee Sioux's entrancing voice? Well maybe not quite that long, since then she's popped up with luminaries like Brightblack Morning Light and Bonnie "Prince" Billy and each time it reminds us of how evocative and gorgeous her voice is and how much its missing from our life. Faces in the Rocks, her debut, was produced by Sioux's father and held much of her Native American heritage in its composition; from the haunted flutes to the subtle thump of ingrained percussion. In the interim, Sioux has grown as a songwriter, garnishing her latest, Gift for the End, with psychedelic flourishes and dewy folk guitar, but always keeping the focus rooted in her honeyed voice. The album wanders into a timeless folk tradition that feels like it could easily have been written anytime from 1899 to last week. Sioux's songwriting has a way of feeling like childhood secrets, precious and fantastical but rooted in the dark mythologies of childhood imaginations. The instruments move like clouds overhead at once friendly and bright and a yet a bittersweet reminder of the movement of time. Overall the album wears away some of the traditionalist elements that once hallmarked her sound and makes for the most delicately beautiful collection of songs that Sioux has been involved in to date. There are a few other folk albums making the rounds of critical praise recently but if you've been letting Sharon Van Etten and Fleet Foxes dominate your playlists, you may just have found a new obsession.

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RSTB Premiere: Wax Idols

Wax Idols – Schadenfreude 7" Suicide Squeeze must be reading our wishlist for a 7" series with Wax Idols following closely on the heels of King Tuff this year. Heather Fedewa stole our hearts last year with her debut Wax Idols record, a long player full of snarled vocals, thick pop

hooks and a growl of guitar that seemed to drive everything. Returning here with a double shot of terse, post-punk leaning stompers, Fedewa (going here under the name Heather Fortune) again keeps us twisted in pop knots. The tracks are dark and dipped in a sense of city streets and dark bars. It’s a shift from her more straightforward growlers but somehow these two seem more dangerous. The A-side's revelry in the suffering of others seems to fit the tough knuckled bass lines and snapped neck drum beats on display here. On the flip things take on a bit more dancey, hedonistic, early morning hours feeling. Both songs are a new chapter in Fedewa's songwriting and a rather strong one at that. On par with everything she's done before. Check out the premiere of the A-side, "Schadenfeude" below. Download: [MP3] Wax Idols - Schadenfreude Support the artist. Buy it HERE

SSSTORMSHELTERRRR

Doom's an overwhelmingly male dominated genre, though there have been some great exceptions such as the Iowa's Mythical Beast whose album from a few years back remains an under-heralded gem of the form. That album remains massively dark throughout but what's compelling about the debut tape from SSSTORMSHELTERRRR is that they mix a dark, sludgy doom with a vocal timbre that brings to mind Frankie Rose heading up a monolithic wave of destruction. At only three songs long the S/T cassette, released in a scant 50 run on Austin's Monofonous Press, is a crushing reminder of how a good balance of light and dark can be achieved. The tape is a good jumping off point for the band and it'll be interesting to see how they expand their beautiful sludge into the album format. Pick one up quickly below.

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Plankton Wat

RSTB readers should be no strangers to the name Dewey Mahood. The Portlandian has held down time in RSTB faves Eternal Tapestry, Jackie-O Motherfucker, Edibles and Garden Sound so it’s only natural that his latest solo stint in Plankton Wat should perk a few ears over here too. Spirits belies Mahood's work with labelmates Barn Owl and its parched Earth, sun scorched tones act as a perfect accompaniment to Jon Porras' recent album of time-displaced drone psych. Though the album is rooted in much deeper histories of the psychedelic plain, pulling from a history of kosmiche and fringe innovators like Sandy Bull, who’s recently released Sandy Bull and The Rhythm Ace comes to mind with its mix of oud improvisations and soft rhythmic percussion. The album finds a middle ground between East and West, rolling the string work of the Middle East through the rattlesnake infested high grass of the American plains. Its a meditative album that's frail and peaceful one moment and monolithic, dark and shamanistic the next. It’s a cycle of rituals that pass by in a fevered haze and each listen brings the images of firelight ghosts and grassy hilltops floating by in equal succession.

Plankton Wat - Spirits

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	The Litter - Distortions The Litter has often been shuffled away as merely a nuggets band, with their single "Action Woman" popping up on several compilations over the years, but their toughened strain of garage has become a touchstone for countless garage
bands to follow. They take the R&B backbone of early garage and move it closer to that proto-punk line than many of their predecessors but still keep a ragged edge of soul in their songs. Distortions is comprised mainly of covers, as was the standard but the band gives an urgent take on songs by The Who, Buffy St. Marie, Bo Diddley elevating some of the source material to garage classics. Sadly the band took too many wrong turns to survive much after this great album. As they progressed they dipped further into the psychedelic scene and diluted the though edge that made this album stand out. Passing on a few record offers didn't help matters and by the time they finally signed with a Major for their third album the band was missing members and had become a shadow of itself. Still this first shot of strum and rumble is a great reminder of what made The Litter one to search out. Download: [MP3] The Litter - Whatcha Gonna do About it Support the artist. Buy it: HERE

Heavy Cream

There's very little about Heavy Cream's sophomore album Super Treatment that doesn't shake you like a kick to the clavicle. The Ty Segall produced album barrels out of your speakers like a sweat soaked tsunami and doesn't let up the pace once over its scant 26 minutes. Heirs apparent to the Runaways' toughened leather licks and rolled in cat-scratched wails that bring to mind fellow Nashville alums Be Your Own Pet's impetuous howl; Super Treatmemt tears doors down like a women's prison riot in 104 degree heat. The blink and its over pace would be the album's only downfall but who cares when each frantic track is just as great as the last. Its not rocket science but perfectly formed garage punk never is. Catharsis, pure and simple and we love every minute of it.

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