THE CULT

Electric

(Sire)

These guys used to be lost in the postNew Romantic ozone, but in a move worthy of Dylan himself, they’ve abruptly recreated themselves as feedback grunge masters, a hitherto under-represented faction among the psychedelic revivalists. This whole album is a virtual parody of early Led Zeppelin, but much more economically so: fat chords but short songs, with absolutely no acoustic-guitar let’s-go-cornhole-thebutterflies interludes. Zep as it always shoulda been, all chug riffs and dumb fun. Ian Astbury’s Native American fetish may be huger than Eric Burdon’s and more power to him. This entire Cult package is more sincerely cheap and trashy than I believed the Britons capable of anymore. Don’t miss this one! R.R.

THE BLOW MONKEYS

She Was Only A Grocer’s Daughter

(RCA)