"If there were swamps in Michigan, this Detroit duo would be from the bayou,driving their wind boats to the local sex club. Big fuzz guitars and a gritty baritone voice brings to mind the cool of a sleepy Horton Heat jamming with a coked-up garage-rock band. Dark and analog-y, aggressive like a vu meter in the red on the way to a tape machine." - Recoil Magazine ... more