Thee Creeps – Grave Pop
Back in March of this year, King Pizza records unleashed a cassette filled with some of the noisiest, catchiest garage-punk grime this side of Black Lips, by NYC/NJ natives, Thee Creeps.
The album opens with a total cataclysmic rocker that rips at a skyrocketing pace with fuzz guitars and crashing drums blasting all around Big Mack Kernan’s primal yelps. This track perfectly sets the tone for the acidic, scuzzy, no fucks-given basement-show like atmosphere that permeates throughout the entire tape.
Every track here is hellishly fun and absolutely needs to be played as loud as one can stand. I guarantee you will be filled with the desire to jump around and tear shit up, no matter where you’re listening to the album. One can imagine that Thee Creeps’ live sound is amazingly close to what you hear on Grave Pop. If this is the case, then you have to make it to any of their shows if you can, as soon as you can. You will absolutely have the time of your life.
Again, every track here is totally solid but if I had to choose just one song to show to somebody, it would probably have to be “Personal Frankenstein.” The buzzing lo-fi nugget is filled with fast, punchy verses and deliciously heavy choruses that absolutely explode with enough electric fuzz, it could zap any listener back to life.
Perfect for blasting on a summer day spent drinking and hanging with friends, now is the best time to order this legitimately garage-recorded garage rock cassette.