Opening this particular with something desirably dirty and scuzzy, these are feral upstarts the Cavemen who in the briefest of eye blinks manage to shoehorn a frenzied slab of strut burn with the acutely rampantly lurid and lust gouged ‘dog on a chain’. This bad boy is heading out of slovenly records on sizzled seven inch wax, at once frantic, primitive and in need of a cold shower after each play, reference wise think bastard love child of an after hours alley way bunk up between the Cramps and the B-52’s.
the sunday experience 