ItÕs that time again, time for a Brand New COACHWHIPS record. We just canÕt get enough of these guys now can we.
ÒPeanut Butter & Jelly live at the Ginger MingeÓ is more blues-pumped then its predecessorÕs but just as chaotic. Loaded w/cheap-ass keyboards rumbling drums, guitar sounds that could burn down the barn all fronted by John Dwyer wailing like a deranged rockabilly king on acid.
This is what garage rock was meant to sound and feel like, horseback riding on a barbed wire saddle, dropping acid during a tornado, and the trash rock-white-boy blues rattling like a row of tin cans behind a newlywedÕs car 6:00 on a Sunday morning.
Nobody does this shit better then Coachwhips and ÒPeanut Butter and Jelly Òwill hammer that home like a virgin at a prison break.
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