Like the bastard son of Zeke and Electric Frankenstein,
Iron Lizards play a hugely addictive mix of garage punk rock’n’roll.
Machine gun solos are fired out from fuzz pedals set to kill over
insanely catchy but primitive riffs. Hey droogies, bang your heads up
and down to these killer tunes which make you want to break things,
drink heavily or just shout in strangers faces about the new band
you have just heard! Get hip to the new priests of boogie, smell the
stench of amps turned up to 10 and worship at the altar of “fuck you!”.
This is high on my album of the year list.
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