The Power Crystals charge forth, freshly lightning-struck into a new, gangly life, slid off from the slab in the garage, now, a strangely enchanting lo-fi-grooving, shredded-to-hell bubblegum pop Frankenstein. Its bloodstream equally addled by caffeine and nicotine and coursing with a fuzzed and fibrous rock n roll flush, its gaunt, metallic body scrapes its way exuberantly through a skateboarding album of 2-minute ravenous pounders. Roaring, squalling solos Read more on Last.fm