The Cuts are four twenty-somethings from Oakland, California, who make some of the best garage pop that you'll find today. The Cuts' wild sonic tantrums and lust-scorched anthems are so soaked in Nuggets history it's hard to believe they weren't conceived in the same fertile musical ground that produced bands like The Sonics and ? and the Mysterians. The band blends old-school, psychedelic garage with the '70s New York proto-punk noise of Television and Richard Hell - but these guys make the blend seamless. The guitars come off cheap and messy; the vocals are amped, snotty, and slightly distorted; the keyboards whiz around like some woozy Dennis Hopper drug sequence, and the rhythms switch between jangling so loosely they're gonna slip right out of your speakers and getting wound so tight they're gonna snap. For this, their second album, The Cuts drove down to Memphis and recorded at Easley Studios with garage-rock cult hero, Greg Cartwright ((nee 'Greg Oblivion' of the psycho-garage legends The Oblivions) at the control board. This album is a straight up classic! [Reverberation.com.au]