Taking cues from their feral Seattle brethren Mudhoney and plugging into sweaty blooze a la Jon Spencer, the Catheters emit coarse garage punk and bandy-legged grooves on their third full-length. Operating on a manic frequency, the quartet's rock & roll may be fairly conventional, but their overdrive proves decently draining.


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