Writhing Squares’ antecedents are the heaviest of heavy psychedelicists. They draw from the ecstatic riffery of Blue Cheer, the nodding hypnotics of Wooden Shjips, the heavy raptures of Red-era King Crimson. When they employ a drum machine, as in hard-popping “Cerberus,” you can hear an echo of Suicide in the whip-crack of percussion and the answering blat of saxophone . . .
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