Described as ‘a shot of pure, adrenalized garage rock’ by Nooga.com, The Mumzees’ wailing guitars and reverb-drenched moans
evoke images of dark and forgotten highways, the ghosts of Southern small towns, and snake handling preachers shouting fire and
brimstone at the altars of GG Allin and Hunter S. Thompson. A collision of Old Testament fury and acid-soaked psychedelia.
