was a chance for Rudi Protrudi
's newly refitted and relocated Fuzztones
to spread the underground garage-rock scene to the mainstream. So what did he do with a major-label contract? He surrounded himself with nameless studio hacks and recorded an overproduced, dull collection of songs that don't even hint at the power the band had on Lysergic Emanations
. Instead, the Fuzztones
resemble '60s biker rock, with a wasted Vox organ over the top of the thin mix. The title track and "Me Tarzan, You Jane" offer some appeal, but overall, the band sounds like a B-grade version of the real thing.