If you're looking for some of that commercial pop that a couple of precocious limeys are churning out at the moment, look away. This ain't that cute little combo. No, this is the snarling beast forged from the remains of the almighty Electric Eels. These forgotten gems are missing, yet essential, pieces in the complex Cleveland punk puzzle. And what a glorious puzzle that was. If you love the Eels (how can you not) then there's no reason to sleep on these, unless you already have them I suppose. And no laughing at my horrible layout. I really don't have a fucking clue what I'm doing. I'm lucky that I can barely type.
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