Crawling out of the same brown puddle that previously spat out the wonders of Scab Breath we get two more raw and delightful clumps of garage punk, this time with more of an hardcore edge to it and a slight note of KBD muck. An attack on the senses just as straightforward as it’s crude and shambolic – traits you might also find in recent acts á la Modern Needs, Liquids or Fried E/m.
