One of the biggest blasts of 2002 was the return of the West Coast’s foremost garage shitkickers after a sabbatical of a cool 34 years. At the time, it seemed impossible to find the original finger-pointing, tight-trousered predators of the Strip still alive. The fact that they’d then pull out a top-drawer album in Artifact was…
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