The Allah-Las :: S/T

The first thing you hear on the Allah-Las’ self-titled debut LP sounds like a distant wave, or maybe a spring reverb amplifier head being jostled about in the studio.

Whatever it is, it hardly feels accidental. The Allah-Las are more than just California boys, they’re West Coast avatars. The record’s 12 songs are sun-bleached two- or three-minute gems dressed up in barre chord garage rock . . .

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