Holy Electric Warrior. Ultra-fuzz guitars blasting out of the gates, Detroit-based band The Go kicks it with glam-bubble-gum/trash-rock bravado. This eponymous debut snakes, slithers and crawls its way through seedy back alleys of big, dumb, sexy rock ’n’ roll, gets the spins, passes out and wakes up—head pounding and fist pumping—on some graffiti-littered Motor City sidewalk. Amidst the boozed-out shuffles, there are a few Bowie/Donovan/Them-era Van Morrison-inspired moments that will suck you, willing or not, into a vacuum of late-’60s/early-’70s white R&B and art rock. Yes, it’s derivative as hell, but in the best possible way.