One-eyed wind-up dancing eyeballs boppin' and weavin' with Scott "Deluxe" Drake and Jeff Fieldhouse from the one and only and never replicated the almighty "The Humpers". I was lucky to see them back in the 90's in Toronto at a hot, sweaty club in the dead of summer, back when there was a blue hue of cigarette smoke, a faint wafting smell of hydroponic lurking from the shadows, stale beer, sweat from unwashed armpits masked by the putrid lingering undulating swaths of patchouli. Ah, the 90's when rock and roll went underground in the trenches rebelling against the polished sounds of pop, punk by numeros and just general instant squeeze cheese pulsing through a fart machine. How romantic.
Guerrilla Teens bring back that sweat, swagger, bashing your teeth out with a microphone, amplifier and pounding animal skins. Guerilla Teens lurk in shadows like Universal Monsters of a bygone era. Let's hope they emerge from their crypts under a full moon and put out a couple more slabs of dripping delicious vinyl.
Heavy Medication deserves mentioning, continuing their outstanding output and great taste in delectable high-energy rock and roll. I tip my top hat to Derrick @ Heavy Medication Records out of Warsaw, Poland.
9/10 Screaming Marshall Stacks
