peter cushing

Somewhere shy of the live feedback outbursts of Quicksilver Messenger Service and The Grateful Dead, yet heavier, more demented and sludgier than The MC5 or The Stooges, lays Chicago’s Plastic Crimewave Sound.  Named after their vocalist, Plastic Crimewave, the crew draws from ’60’s garage punk psychedelia, the stoned-out desert mirages of Kyuss and Fu Manchu, […]

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