You could portrait SPAGHETTI WRESTLERS as tomato
sauce, a hint of oil, burning chillies and three musicians
that end up splashing their faces in it all, making a mess
of their trousers.

A little hint of garage sound but not too much, a sunday
punk attitude and power-pop melodies to recount stories
of exuberant love, unexpected hormonal impulses and
close bummers of the third kind. ... more