Endless adolescence, sticky summer nights, the smell of packed parties in dingy basements, and the feel of snakeskin strides. Even better than the soundtrack to the 1971 classic film Werewolves on Wheels...

L.A. WEEKLY
"WHEN I smell meat/I can't retreat/Come on, baby/I'm in heat." Welcome to the world of Rudi Protrudi, the Theopolis P Wildebeast of garage. This is a man who, with one thrust of his spandexed (!) groin makes the animalistic activities of Blackie Lawless seem like those of Curly Watts. This is the man who will probably die with loons around his ankles, a bottle of Jack in his hands and a broad smile on his face. "IN HEAT" is a collection of Protrudi's innermost thoughts, set to a ravaged hump of the most scuzzy, tacky, ballsy psycho-trash rock since Naz Nomad had too much to dream one night. The Fuzztones are old enough not to be out of date, to concoct their brew from the BANANA SPLITS, the irreverent powerkreig of vintage Damned. and the subtlety of Freddy Mercury in the "I Want To Break Free" video. With such literary and musical gems as the title track "Nine Months Later," (moral: "Always wear your rubbers in the rain"), "Me Tarzan, You Jane," and "Charlotte's Remains," the Fuzztones invent an imaginary era for you to revel in