OK, kids let’s go for a ride. Strap yourselves in and wear your glad rags oh and bring a bottle. Twelve tracks of pure garage punk rock 100% proof. Highly inflammable and intoxicating. ‘Johnny’ is first up and as the tune sets the tone it creepy crawls into your ear and away we go.

‘Dallas Texas’ is like one of those bull rides in a pub in Benidorm as the music gets louder you spin around and around out of control but having the best of times and you don’t know why but as the beat gets faster and louder you’re enjoying it more. Hold on to your chaps because ‘Motorbike’ is a snare-rolling motherfucker over a scratched overdriven guitar and a howling good time. Like taking a load of drugs and trying to maintain dignity and appear sane and sober but inside you’re dancing like a crazy fucker and Thee Headshrinkers are making you do that.

The music twists and turns down dark alleys and all without the aid of a safety bat. ‘Derivative’ is exactly what it says on the tin. With a dank echoing guitar lick that is not second-hand but bought and sold over and over but tied into a Cramps echo and deadpan vocal it’s a real buzz and the solo is mesmerizing.

At times this Rock n Roll lark is a simple beast that just requires you to follow your heart and go baby go. Thats what Thee Headshrinkers do. I love the grunt and bottom end of that bass chug and the guitars are just overdriven six strings with a little effect whilst the drummer is fighting to keep up the tempo and sounding like any minute he could keel over but doesn’t.

Let some good-time Proto Punk – Garage punk rock n roll into your life and loosen your strides and cut loose because records like this can set you free and restore your faith in Rock n Roll. It’s loose baby and it’s all about the songs and how good they can make you feel – even in shitty times.

The single ‘Sunday Driver’ is a total banger. At times the vocal reminds me of a more with it Mark E Smith which isn’t a bad thing at all. But don’t think that Sunday Driver is an outlier there are plenty of twists and turns here that are equally as banging. Now can I go and see these live and in a small sweaty dry ice filled dive bar I promise to bring my own skimask. There’s even a song entitled ‘Mutha Fucka With A Chainsaw’ which is nice. In fact Iggy should get these on the bill next summer for Ally Pally I’m sure they’ll pick him up and drive him around old London town it’ll be a perfect match. Buy It!

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Author: Dom Daley