More of that swamp dragged grind that we around these parts do so dearly love. Possessed of the wildest rumble your likely to hear these days outside of a John J Presley platter, dedwardians are primed to unleash the toxic garage gouged ‘love sick’ as part of a twin pronged double a side single shortly. Grilled upon the primal twang of the Meteors and the Cramps, this slab of seizure stricken primordial lust growls and purrs in equal measure festering with seductive menace to translate into 2 and a half minutes of frenzied groove that aside anything else imagines some studio head lock between a youthful Reverend Horton Heat and the John Spencer Blues Explosion.
the sunday experience 