If The Scientists’ mid-eighties music is often compared to The Cramps and The Gun Club, that’s only because they were looking to similar influences: primitive garage, rockabilly, trashy old 45s. For The Scientists, you can add the mainlining minimalism of Suicide, and a heavy dose of psychedelic psychoses. By the time of 1986’s Human Jukebox album – most of which appears on this compilation – it feels like Kim Salmon has removed everything but the skeleton from the body of his songs; the title song is maybe his lasting masterpiece, a rutting carousel of noise that’s as livid and thrilling as Neubauten at their peak, but with the rock’n’roll grit and guts of something that fell off the Back From The Grave compilations.