Interiew with Chris
"Guitar torture beyond what Dave Davies could
have ever imagined when he stuck those knitting needles into his
"barely conscious, hardly self-conscious
you have a next thought you’re on the mystery train of this
great song that is driven forth by elementary riffs that are still
and will always be the big hairy balls of rock. "
"I might go so far as to suggest that I had soiled myself
to the sound of these titans" - Byron Coley
throat sardined with vocal fold nodules lays it down over sweat
drenched organ honks and dirt smokin' guitar coughs while the drums
harass every lame-o that refuses to move their hips".
(Album review) "a buzzing, howling,
makeup-smeared, acid-belching, piss drinking, leg dragging, hairy
armpit of a convulsive record"
(7" Review) "exudes a drugged-out
feel that evokes the final IGGY & THE STOOGES sessions, all
fumes and attitude..."
guitar crunch and 60s organ piping hot in the background calls
to mind a sloshed 1am beer party in a basement somewhere..."
r 'n' r caught somewhere between the Heartbreakers and Crime "
the uninitiated, KK be the unrecorded, but soon to be darlings of
the Oblivian mourning, Gories bleeding, Exile on Main Street multiple
copy holding, bastards of the very good taste -Ken
Derr - Letters from a Dying Town #13
heavy dose of prime Crypt-styled hate, but with the added bonus
of melody and, dare I say it, soul. Ken
Derr, Letters From a Dying Town #11