{"product_id":"0656605202921-enemy-hogs","title":"Enemy hogs","description":"\u003cmeta content=\"text\/html; charset=utf-8\" http-equiv=\"Content-Type\"\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003eAMAZON \u003cbr\u003e On Enemy Hogs, Oneida's second doped-up, super-scuzzy album of psychedelic garage-punk, they sound pretty much like the ultimate good-time 60s rock 'n' roll band--or at least, that band seen through a kaleidoscope of mind-bending pharmaceuticals. You could call the cross-dressing Brooklyn-based retro-rockers a response to the jaded, super-cool hegemony of the American alt-rock, but in all honesty, they would probably shrug their shoulders, shake their heads, and plead ignorance of any strait-laced scene outside their own hedonistic bubble. Without doubt, they're more out there than other NYC-dwelling gutter poets such as The Strokes and Moldy Peaches, beckoning screeching free-jazz sax into the picture on \"Bombay Fraud\", and laying down huge, Suicide-esque walls of synth as a queasy coda on the run-out of \"Hard Workin' Man\". But while this is, incontestably, a difficult album, there are some wonderfully opulent moments: take \"Turn It Up (Loud)\", which kicks off with the sound of a male voice choir, morphs briefly into a bastard cousin of Jo n Spencer Blues Explosion's \"Bellbottoms\", and concludes on an almighty, juddering gong crash. Enemy Hogs says take a trip downtown; it might not be cool, but damn, it sure is fun. --Louis Pattison\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"Rarewaves","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":30328168906849,"sku":"0656605202921","price":7.57,"currency_code":"GBP","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0092\/7504\/8033\/files\/stand_361089_1464611_jpg.jpg?v=1712657965","url":"https:\/\/www.rarewaves.com\/products\/0656605202921-enemy-hogs","provider":"Rarewaves.com","version":"1.0","type":"link"}