So here we have a dirge-y psych-rock band from San Francisco covering a lithe dance-rock band from New York City, and rendering a neurotic, jittery, deceptively frivolous pop throwaway that faintly echoes “White Light/White Heat” as a droning, lumbering, fuzz-drenched stoner jam that not-so-faintly echoes “White Light/White Heat.” Listen here; if you own more than two Jesus & Mary Chain albums you’ll probably love it, but if not, it’s basically the difference between the Gulf of Mexico and the Gulf of Mexico full of oil.
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