The ‘Gay Dog’ genre was muddled at best then along comes this Paddy fellow. He’s slamming rhythms together — hard distortion — miking drums, keeping vocals low and singing through an old Russian Lomo mic in a studio on the Lower East Side; basically an oversized brick oven.
It was perfect timing. Gay dogs were already barking revolution. Paddy Roberts became a movement. We’re talking sold out shows, free love, FREE BISCUITS—real counterculture stuff, man.
No more of this Lassie crap. No more manufactured idealism. Benji likes a sock in his mouth when he fucks.