Not yer average Halloween mix, guaranteed free of the same old cheeseball junk that's always clogged up spook night. Our gang of greaser ghouls with lo-fi lobotomies are firing-up their haunted hot rods in the graveyard of garage rock, slashing through the voodoo surf and bustin' punk'uns to tiny shreds of pulp. Come for the fuzz, stay for the reverb. The party ain't over 'til the moon goes down.

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