The Rolling Stones' Exile on Main St. as recorded, poorly, by Pussy Galore 01. Rocks Off In 1986 Pussy Galore, world reknowned as being the nastiest, noisiest bastard step-childs of rock, set out to parody and pay homage to an album which deeply influenced them. At the very least, the heavy drug intake did. A track-by-track re-imagining ensued, complete with distorted interludes, radio interference and clips straight from the roastee. Their version of Exile is something utterly foreign, so alien in nature that it is an absurdity, a total aberration, yet still instantly recognizable by the soul, grit, blood and sweat put into. Just as Keith Richards is from another planet, so is Jon Spencer, and if your only exposure to this freak of rock is the Blues Explosion you had better strap in and hold on for dear life, you're about to cum acid and shit fire. I hope you enjoy burning sensations, because Pussy Galore are about to give you aural gonorrhea, and you're going to like it. Love them or hate them, Pussy Galore did what they did with class, and in this day of modern art "masterpieces" and German Schei�er videos it takes a special breed of weird to shock and awe. Enjoy! |
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