Recorded and mixed in Jaffa, Israel, by Charlie Megira. Mastered in Oakland, CA by Greg Ashley (Gris Gris) RIYL: Link Wray, Modern Lovers, Sonic Youth, Joy Division, My Bloody Valentine, Wire, Eraserhead soundtrack, Charlie Feathers “Whoahhhh! Don’t know exactly what just hit me. The photos of the band on the inside gatefold look like they were shot by Jim Jarmusch’s grandfather for an early 1950s road trip home movie that ended up being used as evidence in a homicide trial. The press material claims the band is Israeli, but the only evidence of that here is the Old Testament whoopass they put on musical convention. And the music? It’s hard to begin: I guess there doesn’t have to be any separation between garage rock, art noise, 1950s rock, 2050s roll, shoegaze, experimental experiments against nature, inside out jazz, soundtrack music, ambient strangeness, punk, and the guitar parts on the manliest Smiths records, but until now there always has been. And the guitar playing? What the hell? To be that good at all this stuff is kinda weird in itself, but to be willing to weird out when you could clearly be heralded as a virtuoso in any one genre pigeonhole makes Charlie the free-est, most odd flight pattern flying pigeon this side of the Wailing Wall.” - Roctober "This is just the right kind of sleazy/trashy/insane. Advanced guitarist/MC-howler Megira has been going in Israel since '90s days with The Shneck, and this roughly recorded/played/ravaged double-LP blockbuster is some kind of unholy pagan marriage between '60s surf rock, trash punk (like the Trashmen or Kingsmen), noise rock, and psychobilly. Recorded in Jaffa, Israel, Love Police oozes such derelict slime and Manson Family-esque psychosis, it might as well have been taped in CBGB's bathrooms. If the screw-loose Link Wray I saw at Village Underground in 2002 was hit with a bad case of the DTs and screamed like the hallucinating alkies in the detox ward of The Lost Weekend, backed by The Didjits or Pagans, you'd get Love Police. It's sure a calamitous, lo-fi mess of a marvel, and there's no escape!" - Jack Rabid, The Big Takeover