There's no shortage of MC5 revivalists out there. All you need, really, is a white man's 'fro and a criminal guitar player and you're kicking out the jams, motherfucker. But a dedicated MC5 tribute that actually captures that seminal band's aura of roof-burning, citizen-spooking, pill-shoveling psycho-delic? Well, in that case you better head straight to Drug City. Brooklyn's Mighty High strip 60's death-trip rock down to its most primal essence: narcotic rage and screaming guitars. Every song is about scoring drugs, and they all sound like angry cops busting hippies' heads in.
Positively relentless and gorgeous in its shameless vulgarity. Drug City is a revolution-rock manifesto for creeps, cretins and sexy kidnappers. Awesome.
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