The heaven sent, hell bent, holy ghosts of garage deliver twin sermons from a double barrelled beast of a first release. A smouldering brimstone bawler, aflame with the conviction of an exorcist, duels with the sure-shot licks and razor sharp tricks of the finest fireball guitar this side of the grave.
Preaching the blues with vamped up, ramped up voodoo grooves, Thee Eviltones step into the light and take you on a white knuckle ride into the heart of darkness.
A must in your record collection.
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