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Yet Electric Eels songs contained all the stock elements that would come to be expected of perfect '77 punk. And always at the expense of the rhythm section - hell, there ain't even drums on some of the stuff, though they play it just as hard and rhythm based as if there was. John Morton was said to have duct-taped large wrenches to his clothes and have operated a gas-powered lawnmower on stage to lively things up, while their singer David E. Besides, he's got the coolest band in the world and no-one's gonna know for twenty-five years. His triumphs, his hilarious failings to me anyways, certainly not to him are now a thing of the past. The Electric Eels just restore the riff to its netherworld roots in the most clamourous de-glamourising of a song, ever. As does "Anxiety", which takes the maddening boogie drudge-sludge of David Bowie's magnificent "Cracked Actor" and repeats it round and round and fucking round, until enough already! So, fuck 'em all.