Desscribe a record that doesn't exist but gets closest to what you imagine perfection to be.
Mine would be about 2 - 2 1/2 mins long. open up with lots of trebly feedback and then straight into a kind of walking bass-line but played on guitar. Female Poly-Styrene-like vocals really hidden in the mix behind wall of Spray Paint-era Greg Ginn style multiple-guitar riffs. No solos. Drums have that sloppy Pussy Galore style oil drum sound. Lyrics make tons of references to drugs and prostitution. The song doesn't so much end as finally fall apart as each member loses where they are.
[Edit] Hang on, I think I might've just described the Action Swingers.
