Powder, looking sharp in skintight red pants and sports jacket, howled and growled psychobilly-style into the microphone, unleashed flights of freewheeling guitar psychedelia a la Hendrix. Seemingly possessed by the demon urge of rock ’n’ roll, he tossed himself to the floor where he rolled around and — at set’s end — crawled headfirst into the drum kit, knocking things over.”
“Snarling and spastic at times, spaced out in others, the EP covers a lot of ground for only four songs. The best thing about it is that even though the material is varied, it’s all done well. Convincing, honest tunes from a city that continues to turn out quality music.