You Must Be a Witch, by Fred Cole's snotty 1960s shouters the Lollipop Shoppe, graces most reputable psychedelic compilations. But Fred and his wife, Toody, now 59 and 58 respectively, are currently 20 years into their latest band, Dead Moon, whose record label they run from Clackamas, Oregon, in a shack they built from refuse. This double CD showcases 49 highlights of their substantial back catalogue. Dead Moon mine a thin seam of lo-fi garage thrash with monomaniacal determination, rarely transcending the template, rarely striking gold. Yet their fuzzy licks, ramshackle rhythms, strangled, desperate vocals and sheer persistence suggest legendary status. A nod from Jack White would secure it.
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