Not sure how this French band got into revisiting the psychedelic garage sound that predates them by decades but perhaps that does not matter when Strange Hands manage to inject so much energy into their performance. So, subtlety clearly isn’t the game and, equally, there will be no stopping until the finishing line.
Hauling it up big style is the frenetic “Smell” that verily tears up a groove in a riff stealing, full speed manner while “Acid Vision” conjures up the lo-fi viewpoint of their contemporaries The Fungi Girls. Pausing not for breath in their organ led retro rocketness, Strange Hand set off into Love Me Nots territory with “Summertime” before going a bit strange with “Trapper & Dodger”. It’s a maximum volume thing.
”Dead Flowers” is an album that passes by in something of a rush before fading out into the ether of weirdness. Strange Hands are retro, undoubtedly, but they seem to have the love for what they do.