HOT SHIT! What a wild way to spend $5; Puffy Areolas suck the energy of the entire rock world into the room with wild psych-riffing straight out of a Ghost/Acid Mothers/Psychic Paramount record, garage-rock swagger seemingly guaranteed from HoZac releases, and wild echo-cavern vocals that tie the bundle up perfectly. Talk about breaking out of the garage/psych/exp mold. Not one piece of the Areolas’ puzzle is out of place, and yet they break just about every rule in the book. What comes out the other end of the sausage grinder is a muddled mix of Zumm Zumm, The Makers, Pissed Jeans, Bad Brains, Royal Trux, and Lyres, and in no way do the preceding comparisons do this band any justice. Hell, even Mr P would like this. I know we don’t grade the releases we cover at Cerberus, but this is an E-Z “5 out of 5.” HOT-FUCKIN’-DAMNNN.
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