Tuesday, December 8, 2009
This album was the result of Rudi Protrudi moving to Los Angles and jumping the shark. Overly and poorly produced; less garage and more Cult-esque biker rock. A definite low point in the Fuzztones great career. Is it a shit sandwich? No, there's a couple good tracks and if it wasn't from the same guy who gave us Lysergic Emenations, it might not be half bad for the time - and better than most 1980s Sunset Strip fodder.
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