THE INCREDIBLE STAGGERS You won‘t find Farfisa organs, amps or fuzz pedals in the tidy garages of respectable Viennese mansion blocks (that‘s where the keep their Mercs), and there‘s definitely no surfing in Graz. The spiritual home of garage punk this clearly isn‘t, and yet there is a band that has set out to turn their Austrian hometowns into unlikely breeding grounds for undomesticated, irrepressible teenage noise. And we‘re not talking about ringtones. In case anyone should doubt the sincerity of six young Austrians choosing to look like American teen delinquents from the mid-sixties, let it be said that, far from being some sort of post-modern practical joke, Teenage Trash Insanity is a highly charged, primitive yet effective counter-reaction to the 21st century‘s disappearance up its own bland backside. As anyone who has been to one of their shows will attest, The Staggers don‘t do polite retro-by-numbers. Their raucous gigs usually culminate in frontman Wild Evel (in varying states of undress) drinking beer from his winklepicker boot, and by the end of the night nobody gives a toss if they‘ve just seen the future, the past or indeed the undead face of rock‘n‘roll. Zombies don‘t care about revivals. http://www.thestaggers.at www.myspace.com/staggers