Amino Acids

Dig if you will a picture of the Ventures and the Cramps getting abducted by aliens while jamming together. While floating around in space they are prodded and probed and stripped of their human skins before being dumped in a Detroit back alley with nothing but a Theremin to show for their troubles. That is what the Amino Acids sound like — instrumental, garage surf punk played by anonymous dudes in black suits and white masks. This 15-track disc is the soundtrack either to the really cool science fiction road movie Quentin Tarantino has yet to make or a few days in hell. It’s really hard to decide which.