The first thing you will notice is the dirty, grimy guitar calling your name - your nasty name - the one you wish your lover would breathe into ear. Then the shoved-up-close-into-yer-face Farfisa organ bleating over it all. This is sweaty garagey rock. The vocals sounding like they bled into the mix through every mic except the ones they were supposed to (okay, that's how the vocals sounded coming through the computer speakers - they actually aren't as buried in the mix as i thought).
+ white chocolate by copter
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