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Monotonix, ‘Body Language’ (Drag City)

This Israeli garage-punk trio’s live show — an orgy of unhinged, id-driven frontman behavior, amps on the verge of collapse, and the occasional flaming drum kit — doesn’t lend itself to studio constraints. Here, though, Monotonix find a sympathetic producer in Tim Green of the Fucking Champs, who pushes their White Stripes–via–Blue Cheer fuzz licks to the fore and leaves this six-song EP sounding like a collection of fiery first takes. You won’t get the terror and stink of a live gig, of course, but you’ll get the point.



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