HOLY FUCKING CRAP! Do you believe in ROCK AND ROLL? I mean, do you REALLY believe in MOTHERFUCKING ROCK AND ROLL?!!! Coachwhips do. They eat, shit, and puke ROCK AND ROLL. It sweats out of their pores, shakes through their bones, and gestates in their ovaries. Armed with only a few hella-distorted blues riffs, super-sonic drumming/keys, a barely functioning microphone and more treble than you can shake a goddamn stick at, these garage punk impresarios have seared through two albums since their 2002 debut before recently calling it quits here in aught-05. True to form, these fuckers have left us with one hell of a swan song on Peanut Butter & Jelly, Live at the Ginger Minge, an album that raises the band’s speed-freak intensity yet one more notch for another merciless 21-minute pummeling.

While I’d previously been partial to their debut Get Yer Body Next Ta Mine, Peanut Butter & Jelly is absolutely the strongest thing the band has ever pulled together. From epileptic chair-kickers like “Did You Cum?” to deranged proto-pop songs like “I Made A Bomb,” from the noise spazz-out “Human Skin” to the anthemic “PB+J” and “Your Party Will Be A Success,” everything this band does is solid gold. Through crushing tides of guitar noise and mind-bending feats of keyboardism, Coachwhips wage a private war against a world that has apparently forgotten how to rock. Fueled by a self-assured savagery that is unparalleled in today’s music scene, Peanut Butter & Jelly is less an album than it is a rock and roll velociraptor, hungry for blood and ready to slice your chest to fucking shreds.