CDr limited to 77 copies.
like 'cortez the killer' xeroxed into punk-rock oblivion... everyone needs a massive repeat-riff blowout showered with live scuzz and 'dead '77' delivers. twice. two ferocious live documents from the smoke jaguar duo, with sweat on the walls and blistering feedback tones. once again, the pair of crutchfield and mccarvel demonstrate their crucial spontaneous guitar levitations: crutchfield sounding like he's trying to physically wrench the electricity out of the guitar with his bare hands, whilst mccarvel pierces the whole thing, screaming single kamikaze note at a time. the whole thing a document of raw form manipulation and total guts.