Be still my beating heart: a weirdo punk band that sounds like ‘60s garage meets ’80 fromage with songs less than two minutes long. On their 7” Money Has No Heart, Apollo Ghosts spew ragged guitar blasts of slop-noise over nonplussed vocals. Visceral jangle pop gems notwithstanding, the monkey-related cover art made me blow a simian-sized load.
Seriously, why didn’t you guys just call your record Monkey Has No Heart? Oh well.