focus's review of the 45.) The Smuts ”Shock Therapy” b/w “Teenage Fuck-up”” (45, produced by Brad, brad (vocals, drums), R.J. (vocals, guitar), Liz (bass), no more than three minutes, tops) No reason to mince words here, as we zing this past the judge’s table for this slab of wax from Kankakee, IL’s Sack O’ Shit label (home of the Parmesan Icee, we’re told). The A-sider is a typ punk skrawler, opening with a tinge of feedback before these three Dunedudians hammer out the rapid-action verse-chorus-verse. Everything’s kosher, ‘cept the weirdest echo chamber effect we’ve ever heard, that makes the band sound like they were recorded in a submarine submerged beneath the Arctic Circle (don’t ask us how we know, we just know). The flip is a fast ‘n’ furious blurt that rips by so quick, you may think it’s a scratch. (For you few audiophiles still left alive, this is cut so thick and wide, you can actually see the deep dimension of the grooves-just don’t fall in). If you’re still living ’77, at least live it with this. (contact: 2489 Del Rio Way, Dunedin, FL 34698)