LOS HORIES

He crawled out of the swamp, a monster of a man dressed in a ragged wolf skin his face covered by a luche libre mask. He howled into the cold night 'I am back from the grave'... he was unholy, he was hell-fire hot and he was shaking. Bone shakin, voodoo stick wavin' and party startin' he amassed a group of teen-hoppin hoodlums to get this dead town a rockin' and a rollin' once more... Under the light of a full moon he put the needle on the record and turned the volume up to 11... the sound that played that resurected that freak out feelin' in dem bones of those youngsters was the sound of Aotearoa's first true Garage Soul band the Hories.