“Most music’s aimed at one of two places – your head or your feet. These scabby wretches from NYC (via DC) aim straight at your large intestine like a sharpened pair of knitting needles. And they make you like it!! The Pussy Galore formula is a ridiculously simple one. Just three guitars and a pile of sheet metal. They meet, like a lawnmower and an alleycat. Only this is a really vicious cat – so just half of the shit here resembles 1/2 a cat flying across a carport trailing its’ intenstines. The other 1/2 is more like the ungodly sound of huge well-oiled pieces of machinery being groud into scrap by the jaws of a rabid feline killer. Got it?” |