A Texas family who played what it called “Black Rock”: sludgy, mid-tempo funk vamps punctuated with noisy guitar solos. Shades of disco, carefree use of wah-wah. The songs aren’t really there and don’t need to be; they’d probably just get in the way of the grooves. Best, surprisingly, are the unreleased live and demo cuts — recordings so blown-out it sounds like the players are ripping right through the tape.
