Hard to imagine you'd need more than one album by these aptly named New Yorkers -- this is approximately their sixth, counting self-released jam sessions. But one might come in handy, if you're a Savoy Brown fan who stares at shoes while woozily enjoying the rocking chair. Vocals are Beefheart-grumbly and buried when even audible; the wah-wah tends toward early Stooges; repetitive impulses range from Can (13-minute opener "The Savageist") to Hawkwind to The Groundhogs to sundry bogan bands from '70s Australia. Now and then, the tempo doubles. "General Admission" could almost pass for a song!