The debut from this tuff little Philly-by-way-of-Boston trio kicks off in impressive ticked-off fuzz garage traditionalist mode, but quickly slips into psychedelic experimentation highlighted by Tula Storm’s dreamy singing and some very nasty acid guitar by one “Jelly Roll,” who also handles the snotty male vocals. Trippy and unpredictable, if all over the map.
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