Warped, frustrated strut from Syracuse proto-punks. Self-appointed "kings of basement rock" find their queen: Christian D'Orbit, the here-today guest fronting this squad of toughs, keeps it saucy, each line encased in prickly spite. Instructive musings on the life of a mannequin occasion the boiling point; primitive dueling guitars keep us guessing. Manlier cuts can be found on the almost-recent Swami anthology, from which the adjoining artwork is lifted.
"Drive Me Crazy"
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