Detroit gets all the love for producing great music, but Michigan is more than just the Motor City. If Grand Rapids’ claim to fame thus far has been Gerald Ford, Heaters is about to shove the former President down a couple of notches. Heaters play the kind of classic, reverb-drenched, garage-stained Surfabilly that made the perfect soundtrack for CYO dances and rumbles in the early ’60s, but remains as exciting and relevant as a shark-attack headline in tomorrow’s morning edition. The
Detroit gets all the love for producing great music, but Michigan is more than just the Motor City. If Grand Rapids’ claim to fame thus far has been Gerald Ford, Heaters is about to shove the former President down a couple of notches. Heaters play the kind of classic, reverb-drenched, garage-stained Surfabilly that made the perfect soundtrack for CYO dances and rumbles in the early ’60s, but remains as exciting and relevant as a shark-attack headline in tomorrow’s morning edition. The trio has dubbed it “Psychotronic/Buttermilk,” but it sounds like there might be a peyote base to that concoction, considering the hallucinatory swirl that emanates from these scorching Heaters.
You’ll Dig It If You Dig: Black Rebel Motorcycle Club demos played through the Cramps’ Pignose amp at a paint-blistering volume. (BB)
