FEELERS, THE:
Self-titled: 7”
The Feelers answer the question of, “What happens when a garage punk band is shredded against Negative Approach’s cheese grater, but the Oblivians’ desperate, rickety shack is still jumping in the background?” It’s a broken arm that you can snap your fingers along to. It’s like a chainsaw with a blade that’s teethed with sweet, sweet gumdrops or jackhammers lubricated, not with oil, but maple syrup. The result it fully interlocking parts between two things that aren’t necessarily supposed to go together, and that makes it all the more memorable. Improves on repeated listens, and is much better than the Willy Wonka-ness of the comparisons in this review. Great, fun punk rock. Remember that? Recorded by Alicja Trout (issue #29’s cover lady), and she captures them in full stride, fully fanged, broadly smiling. Excellent. –Todd Taylor (Contaminated)