Toeheads - A Cruel Winner's World [BLUE SPLATTER. DETROIT GARAGE PUNK] - New LP

Motor City garage stomp, stomping slush into mud at the edge of the garage, crash bang watch your toes, packed into your uncle's old 1983 Mopar minivan oiled up and fueled from the past with quarts of folks like Hooker, Kirkland, Bo, Gories, Them, and fellow Detroiters from nearly three scores ago, crack the treads free from the ice and blasting onward through the smog and salted roads with the engine bolted down tight to the frame and the body held together with Bondo, duct tape, primer, and bungee cords, honking the horn and blasting the Craig deck through a power booster, some blown Jensens and a drive-in speaker, spinning around and spitting out gravel and blacktop like an old 1966 winter-beater rust-bucket Duster doing donuts in the parking lot of the abandoned church on a snowy Michigan morning when winter is just beginning to melt into mud.  - winch