(single, Toxic State)

Away from the orthodoxy, in artificially lit places where neon glows and the only fresh air comes in a can, it’s often possible to find strange and twisted spores. We have one here, direct from New York, courtesy of Hank Wood and his people. The whole thing takes about five minutes, presumably as there’s no time to waste daylight when there’s beozars made of gusset nylon to be boiling up.

The hammerheads are well named – they hammer hard and true, bubba. All three tracks illustrate this, with opener ‘Shoulda Listen (To Momma)’ featuring our man Hank wailing like a Lux/Cave hybrid as a family-sized tub of churning garage fury pounds away relentlessly for a coupla minutes. Aside from a two second organ break that’s all it does. But it does it with genuinely psychotic intent. ‘Fever Breaks’ comes from the sticky area of the fun house, as echoplexed mayhem bounces off of the ‘Die Piggies Die’ sampler and corrsucates around, recombining into jagged eyelid webs that burn. Closing the disc, ‘I’m Hungry’ blasts in like an out of kilter drug train bent on crashing aural barriers, hollering and hooting as it goes. It also features some remarkable screaming.

You wanna talk about some real junk? Here’s the new garbagemen.