Amazing deluxe reissue from the label that brought us A To Austr: Fortune Teller were a gloriously out-of-time Baltimore garage band who recorded this classic private press LP pretty late in the game – 1978 - in a single 12 hour session. The atmosphere is flawless temporally adrift heart-on-sleeve teen basement jams, with a feel that’s closest to the sainted Shadrack Chameleon and songs to match. The cover snap is to die for and had a buncha people in the office bringing up O-Type (!!) – a classic college loser/rock fandom vibe that perfectly fits the music, moody minor-keyed paeans to messed up love with alla the gravity of Rayne with looking glass worlds illuminated by the kinda fuzz pedals that you would have thought were all but illegal by ’78. The chops are minimal enough to get beautifully confused on occasions while the atmosphere is classic black and white suburban basement. The title track talks as tough as George Brigman’s classic Baltimore-as-urban-wasteland 1975 album, Jungle Rot and at point the street-fighting vibe is just as cranky but deep down you get the feeling that really these guys are a bunch of sweeties and Inner-City Scream is more about personal heartbreak than political highjack, even while the fuzz wails like sirens and the mistaken copyright date on the sleeve – 1968 – points to revolution in the air. Flawlessly presented with 180g vinyl and a glossy booklet with an interview, snaps and a complete historical rundown. Love this record – highly recommended!