These guys are one of the most prominent bands in the Indie Rock genre, but they kind of stick out among that category because of the sheer degree to which they do not deserve that status. The two bands that shot off from this group when they broke up, Royal Trux and the Jon Spencer Blues Explosion, would eventually mature into somewhat more respectable bands, but while they were performing under this name, these guys were barely more legitimate than the likes of Anal Cunt. This song is a typical example of their style, which they described as ‘Scuzz-Rock’: deliberately irritating vocals screeching unintelligible nonsense over simplistically abrasive instrumental noise, all recorded so badly that you can hardly make it out to begin with. They were clearly going for the same niche occupied by the Sex Pistols back in their heyday, but the Sex Pistols, while not very capable as musicians, did have considerable performing charisma and panache, and without these things, Pussy Galore fail to make their sloppiness endearing or fun. These guys are essentially frauds trying to cash into the ‘so-bad-it’s-art’ market, and like most artists that attempt that ploy they don’t have any real artistic merit whatsoever.
Verdict: Bad.