This came out in 1999 – or at least that’s when I got it. Here’s what I said about it back then (with some minor editing):
If Jon Spencer ditched his white-boy minstrel shtik, joined the B-52’s and started imitating Captain Beefheart covering The Fleshtones, he might give New York’s Stratotanker a run for the money.
As it is, they’ve got no equals — at least not when it comes to gene-splicing hippy-hippy shakes, party-rock grooves and oddball wordplay (sample lyric: “You put the the wiggle in my beatnik”) into one monstrous, freaky marvel. Fasten your seatbelts; it’s going to be a bumpy flight.
