Boasting a band name that's pure Rock N Roll idiocy personified, the HORNY WACKERS fuck your ears with this festering, trashtastic take on raw, primitive music. This hedonistic three piece spew an aural arsenal of Rock N Roll perfection as they pound, thud and strum their merciless instruments into submission. Think raw, passionate riffery baptized in Pussy Galore, The Cramps, and the Oblivians than bathed in the rotting bones of Eddie Cochran. Seedy, back woods, Rock N Roll filth played fucked up, fuzzed out and straight from the heart. This is the real deal, mutants. Top of the slop Garage trash!
Tom, Dead Beat Records