The Hunches
Yes. No. Shut It.

If you are produced by In The Red, the likelihood of you being a Homo Neanderthalesis is strong.

The Hunches are no exception, starting from Oregon armed with electric clubs headed to Los Angeles they arrive like a barbarian horde to sow primordiality in the heart of California.

“Yes. No. Shut It” is their extremely noisy debut adorned with crackling speakers, full-throttle fuzz, and noise guitar riffs that calling them primordial would be a compliment.

Battle-ready Garage-Country-Cow Punk, rustic and defiant make this Déjà Vu something extremely enjoyable despite the complete lack of true originality.

The offered pleasantries travel on well-known grooves to genre lovers, “Murdering Train Track Blues” runs clumsy on tracks laid by Cramps, Gun Club, and Pussy Galore for posterity; once again Jon Spencer and friends in “10000 Miles” a Noise Blues spewed out with the grace of perfect Mid West "gnurants".

“Explosion” is a blast!

Imagine Old Time Relijun deciding to make a racket with Mudhoney and Boss Hog after a night spent downing poor-quality whiskey, and the result might just be this.

A glance across the Channel and primarily to the Reid brothers, The Jesus and Mary Chains may God always give them credit, as if to seal a blood pact between the old and new world with the beautiful and inspired “Same New Things” and the equally successful “Lisa Told Me”.

“Peeping Tom Crawl” is the perfect liaison between the psychedelic country of the Puppets and the infernal and demented charge of the Chrome Cranks.

In essence, all already heard but all very passionate and amateurish, a creaky and clumsy record, so much damn noisy and sanded-down Blues full of smoke, napalm to drink, and cursed saloons.

“Same sensation as a battered and noisy one-twenty-seven that floats in sidereal spaces... as far as noise and production are concerned, here we reach the levels of an 18-10 cookware set clanging ungracefully down a flight of stairs, Clang-Clang! “ (Rock'n'rollSuicide dixit).. Never were words more fitting!

FOR WHEN YOU FEEL LIKE A COUNTRY BUMPKIN INSIDE!