Partial to some speed-freak garage trash with tin-can 60s manboy vocals? Well, in between popping pills like sweets, The Demon’s Claws have given birth to twelve ugly ducklings, ready soaked in an oil slick of lo-fi production and with names like ‘Trip To The Clinic’ and ‘Fucked On Ketamine’ all ready for you to adopt and cherish. Like the best moonshine-and-buggery Americana peddlers, this band are of course Canadian, but their tinny blues-punk clatter sounds closest to a wide-eyed Lovvers on the jittery, 90mph jive of ‘Last Time at the Pool’. Skirting the perils of psychobilly, but throwing in some queasy, lolloping country, splashes of cheap keyboards are the only sonic clue to this being recorded post-1973. So happily retrogressive it could be quaint, if it didn’t feel like waking from a drug-induced nightmare on a stranger’s couch. Groovy and weird.

By Gorden Anderson

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