BEEFHEART. There. Now I hopefully have your attention sufficient to overlook one of the most woefully ill-advised names ever adopted by a truly great group (more redolent of a Joe "King" Carrasco cover band than a sublime art damage unit). But let me say it again....Beeefheart. Next to Sweden's Kraldjursanstalten (also forthcoming here), Canada's Polkaholics were, to these set of ears, the most explicitly dead-on Beefheart-ian sounding group ever, their musical thrust taking a bat chain puller to a heap of crow's ice cream and flinging it headlong onto the postpunk rocks. Brace yourselves.
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