LA Weekly This is the second release by one of the finer bands on the L.A. circuit, and like a feast of 40 years of California rock, Spooky Pie serves up distinctively flavored slices of Golden State genres, heavily spiced with an eerie gothic sensibility. There's early-'60 surf ('Phantom Surfer'), late-'60s melodic folk-rock with harmonious male/female vocals ('Thunder' and Octavia'), '70s - '90s punk (Poisonberry') and ''80s new wave ('Pretty Weird Thing'). They also perform three covers that actually alter the originals rather than just restate them: a metallic, psychedelic version of the Beatles' 'Hey Bulldog,' a thrashy rendition of Wilson Pickett's 'In the Midnight Hour' and a Shindig teenbeat frugfest of the T-Bones' 'No Matter What Shape,' which you oldsters may remember as the catchy Alka-Seltzer theme song from the mid-'60s. Most of the tunes are the creation of lead guitarist Willy Banta, whose fretwork has a Dick-Dale-snarl-meets-Lou-Reed-loose feel. He shares vocals with the sensuous keyboardist Phyllis Teen. While the influences are varied, the platter has the creepy feel of trashy, moonlit red-velvet Hollywood nightlife. Memorable stuff - this Pie is in our face. (Michael Simmons) Bitch Magazine (Feminist Response to Pop Culture) Their Beggars Banquet-meets-Devil's Brunch cover photo may look creepy, but slap on this disc and you'll find that Spooky Pie is much more Addams Family than Anton LaVey. The influences and shape-shifting of this L.A. garage-goth five-piece is meticulous - vocalists Willy Banta and Phyllis Teen morph Wilson Pickett's exuberant 'In the Midnight Hour' into a veritable Hannibal Lecter of creepy suggestion, turn around for the gentle Byrdsian lullaby of 'Thunder' (sample lyric: 'You will never die/But I sometimes lie/So hey, hey, hey'), and then plunge into droning surfy psychedelia on 'Words.' Spooky Pie's is a goofy shtick, filled with scary love, stairways to hell, knife-wielding trailer-park girls (and the fact that drummer Robbie Rist played Cousin Oliver on The Brady Bunch sends the novelty-o-meter into the red zone). But Poisonberry throws a Halloween party that's as yummy as a bowl of circus peanuts.