coming through like a fevered dream splintered with funeral waltzes, surf echoes, psychedelic blues and haunting prom ballads, kreeps return with their third full length 'spirit clinic'
infused with tales of spiritual possession, impending doom, romantic cruelty and exile - 'spirit clinic' inhabits an eerie sonic hinterland afloat on sweeping strings, bubbling synths, ghostly saxophones and deep, shimmering baritone guitars.
'cool, captivating, and evocative...a netherworld-bothering mix of simmering surf guitar, ghoulish romance and retro Tarantino swagger' - bizarre
'Seemingly from some other dark, introspective, interstellar, astral plane, this music is what a horror lover listens to while slowly floating away into a dusty black hole' - Rue Morgue Magazine
'trashy punk of the highest order...it's dark and weird and gloriously good fun' - Detroit metro times
'(as if) quentin tarantino mixed pink floyds songs...a heart thumping ride' - trash mutant