Art Phag - Art Phag [1988]

Spewing forth from an industrial swamp south of Detroit in the mid-1980s, Art Phag cut a raw-boned, stripped down, gut poundin’, dead raisin’, hot damn I’m on fire and I’m takin’ you fuckers with me to hell path of destruction through the Motor City music scene for nearly a decade before flamin’ out like Russian space junk fallin’ from heaven on a starry starry night. Co-founded by Detroit’s legendary surf-rock-a-billy guitar lord and mad scientist, Len Puch and heavily medicated, sometimes lucid, mostly liquored, crazed songwriter, Vegas Razz, Art Phag combined a heavy, swampy, bluesy wall of thick thick mud with a bazooka directness. Heavily influenced by Screamin’ Jay Hawkins, The Cramps and a steady dose of voodoo beats from the other side, Art Phag blasted a sonic grunginess long before kids were rippin’ their jeans in Seattle AND doing it all with only a greased up guitar, jungle pounding drums and other-worldly
vocals.

I WANNA PLAY GOLF BITCH!

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