Labels: Bachelor
Review by: Alex Deller
Two more cuts from Black Lips, wherein the title track is a short, bittersweet ditty with something of a country twang about it, mixing blown-out guitars and rattlesnake tambourine to delightful effect. Hippys, on the other hand, is a fucked up take on Sun Records-era rock n’ roll that strangles its way through some catchy twelve bar blues riffing and boggle-eyed hollerin’. Good for what ails ya without a doubt, unless “what ails ya” happens to be living your life as a clueless dolt.