After the lysergic drone of their acclaimed album Pearl Mystic, for a standalone Too Pure Singles Club offering Hookworms have diverted on a psych-garage bent, the ultrareverbed vocals accompanied by an organ that's comfortably as much in hock to Nuggets as Spacemen 3 and a churning Krauty rhythm section, malice aforethought but partying from hell underneath. You can almost dance to it.
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