This hammer-headed self-titled cassette is lean as a busted bottleneck, except for one three-and-a-half minute song called "Too Long." Deforge pairs cruel squalls of distortion with his own vocals, which approach Beefheart when his jaw seemed about to detach from the power of his screams. They're both urged to the frontlines by Kyle's drumming, which has an automatic weapon's power but not its mechanism, yet another credit to the music's noisy jazz. Sun Ra meets smelly leather.
In a city full of punk music, Creep Highway distinguishes itself by being louder, faster, and stranger.