Cheap guitars and swearing in a foreign language--what's more garage-punk than that? The French group cops our naughtiest term and turns it into a springboard for reckless riffage. But as with the best garage acts, the style they trash is deeply rooted--it’s zoot-suit blues that gets torn to bits.
You're born to love him.
You're born to kiss him.
You're born to lick his sweat.
Meet the real Bernstein.