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XNo BBQX are hardcore vegans hailing from Sydney, Australia. That’s right—vegans; the only similarity Matt (guitar) and Nick (drums) share with Cream is a title. All you dairy lovers out there, keep your slowhands in plain sight. This will only take a second. Originally released some time back on the cassette-only label Breakdance The Dawn, Sunshine Of Your Love pricks up the ears in much the same way as a Han Bennink recording might, and left Siltbreeze wondering, what’s left in that studio that’s not broken? Answer: Only their will! Matt and Nick had played together a couple of times as part of Antipan (with Sumu and Anthony Guerra). On a day off, in a shed out back of a sharehouse in Newtown, the duo did a couple sets with computers and turntables with no records, but then Matt suggested Nick give the drums a go (he’d played a full kit only once prior). They plugged into the cassette deck—left channel, guitar; right channel, mic under the floor tom—and played. Apart from minor adjustment of levels, the end result was basically that. The Philly beak doctors immediately procured rights to reissue the disheveled masterpiece on vinyl so that 500 (or fewer) not-yet-but-inevitable fans could bask in the warmth of its crud-o-phonic bullion. And here it is. You’re welcome. Citing both Harry Pussy and Mouthus as influences, XNo BBQX rocks with a lot of junk in their collective trunk, so of course Sunshine Of Your Love sounds like nothing (or everything) anyone’s heard before. Tom Lax had a steamroller squash his foot once. It hurt—a lot. He’s known pain, but this is a sensation like no other. XNo BBQX might not be a steamroller and you’re definitely not Tom Lax’s foot, but they have fists and Sunshine Of Your Love will gladly pound your ears into cauliflower if you let it...