Live Trash

For Fans of The Mummies, The Gories, The Sonics, Teengenerate, The Oblivians, Thee Headcoats, The Speed Devils. Oh great Lord of Distortion I lay myself before thee and offer up a tribute to your fuzzed out glory, and that of your Son, Coffin Lids, which you have made flesh for our salvation. Together we pray... All the press I've read regarding this album compares them to 60s garage pioneers The Sonics and "budget rock" kings The Mummies, but such namedropping really is appropriate in this case. Coffin Lids are purposely keeping their sound as basic as possible and churning some classic (read: pure) sounding rock songs as a result. Buried under all the low-fi feedback is some really competent song writing and (despite the band's talk about sounding primitive), some of the more satisfying guitar soloing I've heard this year, particularly on the album closing Smokin' Monkey.