The Daily Choice: King Tuff – Hands
You’ve heard Kyle Thomas’ cracked warble through the infectious radio garage-pop of Happy Birthday. Now we’re all lucky enough to be re-introduced to Thomas’ original hip-swaggering, pelvic thrusting rock ‘n’ roll band King Tuff. ”Hands” sounds like the squelch of spandex on the floor of Bill Graham’s Fillmore East when Mick Jagger dragged his crotch across it. It teeters on the cusp of garage and glam and shit-eating rock and roll.
“Hands” originally existed on the Minds Blow CD-R, but was recently re-released by the always surprising Scion garage 7″ series.