Wanghead (With Lips) 1988. WH006
Art Phag were a kind of deranged Cramps type band from, I think Detroit. They have a fabulously dirty, primitive sound and a great line in surreal lyrics. They had a bit of airplay with the first track Golf, which is a somewhat suspect tale of a guy beating his girlfriend up because she touched his golf clubs. It’s tongue-in-cheek, but still dodgy. Fortunately the rest of the album is much better, in fact a forgotten classic of what I suppose you could call lo-fi horror swamp rock.
The cover is worth a mention – an old cover turned inside out and hand painted. Mine doesn’t look much like the image above, but I don’t have a scanner big enough to do album covers.
They did a few more albums, none of which I’ve heard (although they’re apparently not that great) before imploding in a tide of psychological disorders – a bit like the Elevators by the sound of things.