LO-LITE "Sidekicks" (Slovenly CD) Dutch cuisine is not known for it's greasy aspects. They always wanna throw an apple or apricot into everything. Lo-Lite must have one of those big oil-drum converted into a grill in their backyard. The air is always filled with the smell of a pig roasting and the sound of raw blues punk wailings. The drummer opens beer bottles by smashing them on the side of his kit and the guitar player picks up a bottleneck that's not shattered into a million pieces to use for some seriously trashy slide noise on one of the most rumbling, low-end over driven guitar amps in the entire continent. The edges are all jagged, cutting up his fingers getting blood all over the guitar neck. For their cook-out's, grave-digger's with a truckload of dynamite show up tallking about their new effiecient way to exhume bodies. They present the band the skull of Howlin' Wolf as a souvenier and good luck charm.  Nope! There is no pectin enriched sweetness in Lo-Lite sound. It's salty like sweat.  Who says dutch white boys can't sing and play the blues. (Slovenly Records and the Lo-Lite site)

TEENAGE REJECTS "Teen Trash Vol. 2" (Alien Snatch 7in EP) Young, dumb and fulla cum these Neenah, Wisconsin post-adolescents triple their can of cheap beer in one hand and live grenade in the other sound of their Rip-Off debut simply but putting more songs on the record. It was that simple and simple is the key word here. Obnoxiously fast and knowing that using more than three or four chords would simply be clutter the Rejects show why they were the bane of their High-School guidence counselors. Then again, that probably all started when they took that "career profile" thing people take in High School and their results came back as liquor store clerks and glue sniffers. Hell, they were such wrecks they couldn't even the band together...This is, as ROCK LIT. cats would say, a posthumous release. It's like the Angry Samaons coming into someone's house, they got cowshit all over their boots but ain't gonna take them off or even wipe them on the Welcome map cuz they don't give a fuck. (Alien Snatch)

THE KILL-A-WATTS/CATHOLIC BOYS split (Electrorock 7in EP) So far everything I've heard by the KILL-A-WATTS has been way better than their debut single on Rip Off. I dunno why that is but it's true (tho the Rip-Off LP is suppose to be out in a week or so we'll see if that changes anything). This time around the songs got a stutter like never discovering midi DEVO fighting with the MAD over the last line of crank in a fireball re-entry from the planet Distortion and landing smack-dab in the middle of an abandoned Milwaukee brewery where explode in a million pieces sending a dark cloud of foulness for miles. The Kill-A-Watts breathe dirt in like oxygen.     The CATHOLIC BOYS are a couple of Teenage Rejects and Strong Come Ons NickG..or is it suppose to be lowercase...nickg...Y'know like k.d.lang. This brings up a valid point. Nick has been joshed by his Algoma and Green Bay pals about his sexuality? "HaHa" he'd play it off. How could he not like girls? After all he's got a "I LOVE NICKG" (or is that "i love nickg") website dedicated to him. I mean, c'mon, he's like the under-aged white garage rock stone cold gansta pimp of love for the northeast Wisconsin region!!! Well, then he moves to alternative lifestyle friendly Madison to attend college. Needless to say this didn't help quell jokes and suspicions...The Catholic Boys proudly claim they are leaders in the "Gay-rage Punk Sound". The word punk did have different connotations years ago and still does in prison. I wonder how many people get sent to the big house stating "I'm a punk" then wonder seconds later what the fuck is going on with all the extra attention. Then, to top it off, choosing the name the Catholic Boys in light of all the shit that's been going down in the priesthood lately...SICK! SICK! SICK!     With no "HiNRG" beats and no show tunes I don't know how they expect to capture the audience they're looking for. Who knows, maybe all those EMO kids who are turning "Garage" or something....I think this would scare them off. The songs barrel head-down and straight foward in a REDS-like way, wild guitar noise spurts everywhere and they deal with be jerked around by screaming "You FUCKIN' DRIVE ME CRAZY!!!" (KILL-A-WATTS/CATHOLIC BOYS)

THE LEGHOUNDS "XOXO" (Alien Snatch 7in EP) A couple of years ago one of these guys called me asking about getting a show booked in Detroit. I had never heard of 'em and was trying to get an idea what they were about about so I asked "What do you sound like?"     "A lot of people tell us 'The Devil Dogs'" He replied.     "Yeah, right!" I thought to myself. Y'know a lot of bands try to emulate that sound but don't pull it off right so they try to masquerade the fact with black wifebeaters, a tube of Brylcreem and pointing to the men's room calling it their "office." They forget the about the choruses swiped from tough doo-wop groups, the dirty street shamblings of the New York  Dolls, the melodrama of Phil Spector and the pop hook under the raw-dawg guitar roar of the Misfits (Not a reference point you usually see mentioned with the Devil Dogs but trust me...it's in there). I blew the call off.     Who'd ever thought a band from Sheboygan, Wisconsin would get it right. The Leghounds do sound like the Devil Dogs but in a "High Praise" way. The sound of any smalltown losers dreaming beyond the nowhere to go and nothing to do cept watch things rust rig-a-more-row, celebrating what they have and what they want. They've gone past sneaking up the stairs loaded and way past curfew hopin' they don't wake the folks up. More like sneaking up the stairs to not wake the parents of the girl who's bringing them in to stay the night. (The Leghounds both this and the Teenage Rejects are on the ALIEN SNATCH label)

THE MIRRORS "A Green Dream" (Pop Quiz LP) An acoustic guitar strums as a distant piano twinkles around it. It put's my head somewhere like a beach in the south of France enjoying a warm breeze...then the wind shifts causing the sand to whip around and waves crashing on the shore. Guitars roll in like dark clouds, howling organs blast a chill and drums crash like a torrential rains hitting the windshield. From Texas, The Mirrors breathe the same dust that affected the heads of the Thirteenth Floor Elevators and Red Krayola. Though the band lives closer to Krayola's intitial base of Houston than the Elevators Austin, twisters carry the dust through the states flat and barren landscape putting a thick layer of soot in the living room "A Green Dream" was recorded in. Instead of getting out the furniture polish...The Mirrors open up the back door and let other foreign particle blow in. This dirt helps them develop a sound that sets them a part from boring revisionists. Just when it seems the storm has settled and the sunlight peeks through another cloudburst of sound drenches the speakers. (Pop Quiz Records) THE BAD TIMES s/t (Goner/Therapeutic LP) Eric fuckin' Oblivian, Jay fuckin' Reatard and King fuckin' Louie!!! One practice, one recording session and one show. A supergroup match made south of Heaven. I'm sure most of you know what you're getting into but lately I've been recieving e-mails from folks looking to correspond with other "Garage Rock People" and then asking why Smashin' Transistors doesn't have any articles on the Strokes and International Noise Conspiracy. Sure, they might dig those bands for their quiant sounds but this would send them running back to the Radiohead collection they procured last year for shelter. With the volume maxed this is like a weekend bender where all that is remember through the blackout is that everything was turned up louder than it would go. The scorched speakers and piles of melted 45's in the middle of the room will have to go unexplained as will the cuts and bruises. (Goner) The GREEN MONSTERS "Aiming Low" (Fake 7in EP) After listening to the BAD TIMES record pretty much endlessly the past few day I wonder if I sizzled off some of my hearing. There's even fuzz on the drums! These Montreal trashmasters broke up even before this record saw the light of day. Maybe they knew that once they learned to actually play they could never match the glorious ineptness that happened here (Fake)

THE DAMNATION KIDS "The Fucker" (High School Refuse 7in) More sonic meltdown courtesy of the SUPERHELICOPTER RECORDER...It may be Nils Superhelicopter incognito as a one man band (cuz the pics of Joe, Jim and John look like the same person) or he stumbled across three inbred brothers while stomping out in the deep German woods , loaned them some power supplyand taught them his brand on lug-nuts in a blender rhythm rock and roll. (High School Refuse)

MODEY LEMON s/t (A-F Records CD) I think that over the next year these gonna be a lot of debate over two piece bands. I can see it putting band's like Pittsburgh's Modey Lemon under scrutiny. Are they "for real" or is it  a parlour trick. Don't forget that every time something get's hot, swindling companies flood the market with so many counterfeits and also-rans that even those who have learned to swim through the bullshit feel like they're starting to drown. Having a sound based out of the wreckless blues framework, it would be easy to spout off about vocal inflections and chord changes but there is it's own odd look at things going on here. Heavy bonged out thudding and unearthly Moogs abounds make it's own mess underneath monstrous Telecaster detonation and words delivered in a chicken scratched preachification.    The MODEY LEMON don't sound like alt-rockers who caught a story on MTV2 and borrowed a Robert Cray record from their uncle because "The blues ARE IT and vinyl is cool" (but wait those bands are coming.) They do sound like the know how to get the blood stains off of carpets, car seats and cotton fabric cuz they've dealt with it plenty of times before. How the fuck they end up on Hot Topic's "Fuck the System" favorites ANTI-FLAG's label????  (the MODEY LEMON) KO and the KNOCKOUTS s/t (Sympathy CD) Finally...Ko get's a record out. For those who don't reside in the Detroit area, Ko is the Vespa riding, bartending, "don't give me no hassle cuz if you do you will pay", personal assistant to the White Stripes sweetheart. Fronting bands like the GTB's (nee Midnight Intruders), a bass playing stint in the Come Ons and lending her voice for back-ups on Bantam Rooster and Dirtbombs records just to name a couple there's been talk for ages of when she would have something of her own to give listening pleasure. Joining her fizzy soda sweet voice with the mod-pop guitar buzz courtesy of Eddie of the Sights and the straight ahead time keeping of Jeff Klein, Ko and the Knockouts bring soul fixin's that give a crunch sunny day pop should have if it's gonna stick with me. The songs sound like the could have been written years ago not to mention yesterday. They aren't out to prove something new, they simply want to have some fun. Though their own songs stand out fine and have their melodies sticking around my head hours later, I really have to say the brisk take on Nolan Strong and the Diablos "If I" sparkles even more brightly. (Sympathy) THE NECROS "Conquest For Death +" (boot LP) I haven't heard this record in ages. At the time I noticed it was missing the band had already broken up and musically had tarnished their legacy with Funk Metal and cock rock. Do you realize how much knee, elbow and face meat met the grinder called cement as THIS blared in the background? This sounds as vicious and stupid as it did day one giving the latter years shark jumping wounds to heel. I put this on, started, turned the volume as loud as it would go then I busted out my old skateboard and rode it down the cement steps leading to my basement...Stef, my better half, was not too amused.    "Stop it you crazy ass! You gonna kill yourself"    Number one son Lucas is urging me to "Do a trick Dad!" as his little brother Nolan eggs it on shouting "Go! Pa! Go Pa!"    Obviously, with me ignoring her and setting a goofus example for the boys, Stef is steamin' miffed! I take one last clumsy excursion down the steps and...CRASH!!!! KAAHHH-BLANG!!!  There's a landing and a turn halfway down the steps. Above it is a ledge with paint cans and jars of nails. They all crash to the floor.    "What's that NOISE?" she asks with a flustered tone.    "It's the NECROS, who along with Negative Approach, created the Midwest version of hardcore that..."    "Not the music!" she interupts "I mean that crashing noise!!"     "Oh, um....Nothing." Good cover up there, huh?    She slams the door shut before I could explain to her that this collection includes not only the "Conquest For Death" LP but the "I.Q. 32" and "Sex Drive" stuff and well...everything else from the early part of their career. I've heard that the people who put this out were threatened with legal action but this is the closest anyone can get to a NECROS anthology. Frontman Barry Hensler now goes under the name Chamberweed, spins dance records in Chicago niteclubs and continues to fight hard and long to keep this stuff out of print. Not really from Detroit and not really from Ann Arbor. They're were from a town outside of Toledo, Ohio. They were kids pissed off and bored..., to me it defines a time and an era. (???)

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JOHN WILKES BOOZE "Whiskey and Pills" (Family Vineyard/Rocknroll Blitzkrieg 7in.) A balls as big as Mack Truck yell calls out "I Wanna Know How You Feel?!!!" A voice that sound like it was kicked in the nuts calls back "I Feel Alright!!!" Then the  two voices celebrate the lifestyle of a million old country western singers over a wiggly guitar howl, prime rib thick bass lines and a new wave organ tweedle! The flip's "Marc Bolan Makes Me Want To Fuck" is where the drugs really kick in working up a ball of stupor wishing for all the beautiful children to dance. I don't think they're passing out daisies though. More like passing out in the flowerbed.  If you're into kicks that elevate and watching soul jams mutate John Wilkes Booze pull it out a paper bag, shake it up and spray it everywhere. (John Wilkes Booze)

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JOHN WILKES BOOZE "Whiskey and Pills" (Family Vineyard/Rocknroll Blitzkrieg 7in.) A balls as big as Mack Truck yell calls out "I Wanna Know How You Feel?!!!" A voice that sound like it was kicked in the nuts calls back "I Feel Alright!!!" Then the  two voices celebrate the lifestyle of a million old country western singers over a wiggly guitar howl, prime rib thick bass lines and a new wave organ tweedle! The flip's "Marc Bolan Makes Me Want To Fuck" is where the drugs really kick in working up a ball of stupor wishing for all the beautiful children to dance. I don't think they're passing out daisies though. More like passing out in the flowerbed.  If you're into kicks that elevate and watching soul jams mutate John Wilkes Booze pull it out a paper bag, shake it up and spray it everywhere. (John Wilkes Booze)

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Reviews for Mar/April 2002

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MODEY LEMON s/t (A-F Records CD) I think that over the next year these gonna be a lot of debate over two piece bands. I can see it putting band's like Pittsburgh's Modey Lemon under scrutiny. Are they "for real" or is it  a parlour trick. Don't forget that every time something get's hot, swindling companies flood the market with so many counterfeits and also-rans that even those who have learned to swim through the bullshit feel like they're starting to drown. Having a sound based out of the wreckless blues framework, it would be easy to spout off about vocal inflections and chord changes but there is it's own odd look at things going on here. Heavy bonged out thudding and unearthly Moogs abounds make it's own mess underneath monstrous Telecaster detonation and words delivered in a chicken scratched preachification.    The MODEY LEMON don't sound like alt-rockers who caught a story on MTV2 and borrowed a Robert Cray record from their uncle because "The blues ARE IT and vinyl is cool" (but wait those bands are coming.) They do sound like the know how to get the blood stains off of carpets, car seats and cotton fabric cuz they've dealt with it plenty of times before. How the fuck they end up on Hot Topic's "Fuck the System" favorites ANTI-FLAG's label????  (the MODEY LEMON) KO and the KNOCKOUTS s/t (Sympathy CD) Finally...Ko get's a record out. For those who don't reside in the Detroit area, Ko is the Vespa riding, bartending, "don't give me no hassle cuz if you do you will pay", personal assistant to the White Stripes sweetheart. Fronting bands like the GTB's (nee Midnight Intruders), a bass playing stint in the Come Ons and lending her voice for back-ups on Bantam Rooster and Dirtbombs records just to name a couple there's been talk for ages of when she would have something of her own to give listening pleasure. Joining her fizzy soda sweet voice with the mod-pop guitar buzz courtesy of Eddie of the Sights and the straight ahead time keeping of Jeff Klein, Ko and the Knockouts bring soul fixin's that give a crunch sunny day pop should have if it's gonna stick with me. The songs sound like the could have been written years ago not to mention yesterday. They aren't out to prove something new, they simply want to have some fun. Though their own songs stand out fine and have their melodies sticking around my head hours later, I really have to say the brisk take on Nolan Strong and the Diablos "If I" sparkles even more brightly. (Sympathy) THE NECROS "Conquest For Death +" (boot LP) I haven't heard this record in ages. At the time I noticed it was missing the band had already broken up and musically had tarnished their legacy with Funk Metal and cock rock. Do you realize how much knee, elbow and face meat met the grinder called cement as THIS blared in the background? This sounds as vicious and stupid as it did day one giving the latter years shark jumping wounds to heel. I put this on, started, turned the volume as loud as it would go then I busted out my old skateboard and rode it down the cement steps leading to my basement...Stef, my better half, was not too amused.    "Stop it you crazy ass! You gonna kill yourself"    Number one son Lucas is urging me to "Do a trick Dad!" as his little brother Nolan eggs it on shouting "Go! Pa! Go Pa!"    Obviously, with me ignoring her and setting a goofus example for the boys, Stef is steamin' miffed! I take one last clumsy excursion down the steps and...CRASH!!!! KAAHHH-BLANG!!!  There's a landing and a turn halfway down the steps. Above it is a ledge with paint cans and jars of nails. They all crash to the floor.    "What's that NOISE?" she asks with a flustered tone.    "It's the NECROS, who along with Negative Approach, created the Midwest version of hardcore that..."    "Not the music!" she interupts "I mean that crashing noise!!"     "Oh, um....Nothing." Good cover up there, huh?    She slams the door shut before I could explain to her that this collection includes not only the "Conquest For Death" LP but the "I.Q. 32" and "Sex Drive" stuff and well...everything else from the early part of their career. I've heard that the people who put this out were threatened with legal action but this is the closest anyone can get to a NECROS anthology. Frontman Barry Hensler now goes under the name Chamberweed, spins dance records in Chicago niteclubs and continues to fight hard and long to keep this stuff out of print. Not really from Detroit and not really from Ann Arbor. They're were from a town outside of Toledo, Ohio. They were kids pissed off and bored..., to me it defines a time and an era. (???)

THE DAMNATION KIDS "The Fucker" (High School Refuse 7in) More sonic meltdown courtesy of the SUPERHELICOPTER RECORDER...It may be Nils Superhelicopter incognito as a one man band (cuz the pics of Joe, Jim and John look like the same person) or he stumbled across three inbred brothers while stomping out in the deep German woods , loaned them some power supplyand taught them his brand on lug-nuts in a blender rhythm rock and roll. (High School Refuse)

THE MIRRORS "A Green Dream" (Pop Quiz LP) An acoustic guitar strums as a distant piano twinkles around it. It put's my head somewhere like a beach in the south of France enjoying a warm breeze...then the wind shifts causing the sand to whip around and waves crashing on the shore. Guitars roll in like dark clouds, howling organs blast a chill and drums crash like a torrential rains hitting the windshield. From Texas, The Mirrors breathe the same dust that affected the heads of the Thirteenth Floor Elevators and Red Krayola. Though the band lives closer to Krayola's intitial base of Houston than the Elevators Austin, twisters carry the dust through the states flat and barren landscape putting a thick layer of soot in the living room "A Green Dream" was recorded in. Instead of getting out the furniture polish...The Mirrors open up the back door and let other foreign particle blow in. This dirt helps them develop a sound that sets them a part from boring revisionists. Just when it seems the storm has settled and the sunlight peeks through another cloudburst of sound drenches the speakers. (Pop Quiz Records) THE BAD TIMES s/t (Goner/Therapeutic LP) Eric fuckin' Oblivian, Jay fuckin' Reatard and King fuckin' Louie!!! One practice, one recording session and one show. A supergroup match made south of Heaven. I'm sure most of you know what you're getting into but lately I've been recieving e-mails from folks looking to correspond with other "Garage Rock People" and then asking why Smashin' Transistors doesn't have any articles on the Strokes and International Noise Conspiracy. Sure, they might dig those bands for their quiant sounds but this would send them running back to the Radiohead collection they procured last year for shelter. With the volume maxed this is like a weekend bender where all that is remember through the blackout is that everything was turned up louder than it would go. The scorched speakers and piles of melted 45's in the middle of the room will have to go unexplained as will the cuts and bruises. (Goner) The GREEN MONSTERS "Aiming Low" (Fake 7in EP) After listening to the BAD TIMES record pretty much endlessly the past few day I wonder if I sizzled off some of my hearing. There's even fuzz on the drums! These Montreal trashmasters broke up even before this record saw the light of day. Maybe they knew that once they learned to actually play they could never match the glorious ineptness that happened here (Fake)

THE LEGHOUNDS "XOXO" (Alien Snatch 7in EP) A couple of years ago one of these guys called me asking about getting a show booked in Detroit. I had never heard of 'em and was trying to get an idea what they were about about so I asked "What do you sound like?"     "A lot of people tell us 'The Devil Dogs'" He replied.     "Yeah, right!" I thought to myself. Y'know a lot of bands try to emulate that sound but don't pull it off right so they try to masquerade the fact with black wifebeaters, a tube of Brylcreem and pointing to the men's room calling it their "office." They forget the about the choruses swiped from tough doo-wop groups, the dirty street shamblings of the New York  Dolls, the melodrama of Phil Spector and the pop hook under the raw-dawg guitar roar of the Misfits (Not a reference point you usually see mentioned with the Devil Dogs but trust me...it's in there). I blew the call off.     Who'd ever thought a band from Sheboygan, Wisconsin would get it right. The Leghounds do sound like the Devil Dogs but in a "High Praise" way. The sound of any smalltown losers dreaming beyond the nowhere to go and nothing to do cept watch things rust rig-a-more-row, celebrating what they have and what they want. They've gone past sneaking up the stairs loaded and way past curfew hopin' they don't wake the folks up. More like sneaking up the stairs to not wake the parents of the girl who's bringing them in to stay the night. (The Leghounds both this and the Teenage Rejects are on the ALIEN SNATCH label)

THE KILL-A-WATTS/CATHOLIC BOYS split (Electrorock 7in EP) So far everything I've heard by the KILL-A-WATTS has been way better than their debut single on Rip Off. I dunno why that is but it's true (tho the Rip-Off LP is suppose to be out in a week or so we'll see if that changes anything). This time around the songs got a stutter like never discovering midi DEVO fighting with the MAD over the last line of crank in a fireball re-entry from the planet Distortion and landing smack-dab in the middle of an abandoned Milwaukee brewery where explode in a million pieces sending a dark cloud of foulness for miles. The Kill-A-Watts breathe dirt in like oxygen.     The CATHOLIC BOYS are a couple of Teenage Rejects and Strong Come Ons NickG..or is it suppose to be lowercase...nickg...Y'know like k.d.lang. This brings up a valid point. Nick has been joshed by his Algoma and Green Bay pals about his sexuality? "HaHa" he'd play it off. How could he not like girls? After all he's got a "I LOVE NICKG" (or is that "i love nickg") website dedicated to him. I mean, c'mon, he's like the under-aged white garage rock stone cold gansta pimp of love for the northeast Wisconsin region!!! Well, then he moves to alternative lifestyle friendly Madison to attend college. Needless to say this didn't help quell jokes and suspicions...The Catholic Boys proudly claim they are leaders in the "Gay-rage Punk Sound". The word punk did have different connotations years ago and still does in prison. I wonder how many people get sent to the big house stating "I'm a punk" then wonder seconds later what the fuck is going on with all the extra attention. Then, to top it off, choosing the name the Catholic Boys in light of all the shit that's been going down in the priesthood lately...SICK! SICK! SICK!     With no "HiNRG" beats and no show tunes I don't know how they expect to capture the audience they're looking for. Who knows, maybe all those EMO kids who are turning "Garage" or something....I think this would scare them off. The songs barrel head-down and straight foward in a REDS-like way, wild guitar noise spurts everywhere and they deal with be jerked around by screaming "You FUCKIN' DRIVE ME CRAZY!!!" (KILL-A-WATTS/CATHOLIC BOYS)

TEENAGE REJECTS "Teen Trash Vol. 2" (Alien Snatch 7in EP) Young, dumb and fulla cum these Neenah, Wisconsin post-adolescents triple their can of cheap beer in one hand and live grenade in the other sound of their Rip-Off debut simply but putting more songs on the record. It was that simple and simple is the key word here. Obnoxiously fast and knowing that using more than three or four chords would simply be clutter the Rejects show why they were the bane of their High-School guidence counselors. Then again, that probably all started when they took that "career profile" thing people take in High School and their results came back as liquor store clerks and glue sniffers. Hell, they were such wrecks they couldn't even the band together...This is, as ROCK LIT. cats would say, a posthumous release. It's like the Angry Samaons coming into someone's house, they got cowshit all over their boots but ain't gonna take them off or even wipe them on the Welcome map cuz they don't give a fuck. (Alien Snatch)

LO-LITE "Sidekicks" (Slovenly CD) Dutch cuisine is not known for it's greasy aspects. They always wanna throw an apple or apricot into everything. Lo-Lite must have one of those big oil-drum converted into a grill in their backyard. The air is always filled with the smell of a pig roasting and the sound of raw blues punk wailings. The drummer opens beer bottles by smashing them on the side of his kit and the guitar player picks up a bottleneck that's not shattered into a million pieces to use for some seriously trashy slide noise on one of the most rumbling, low-end over driven guitar amps in the entire continent. The edges are all jagged, cutting up his fingers getting blood all over the guitar neck. For their cook-out's, grave-digger's with a truckload of dynamite show up tallking about their new effiecient way to exhume bodies. They present the band the skull of Howlin' Wolf as a souvenier and good luck charm.  Nope! There is no pectin enriched sweetness in Lo-Lite sound. It's salty like sweat.  Who says dutch white boys can't sing and play the blues. (Slovenly Records and the Lo-Lite site)