Philly collective Man Man‘s roguishly primitive music can sometimes find itself overshadowed by the outfit‘s junkie-jug-band stage presence. But not acknowledging Six Demon Bag‘s sonic brilliance would be almost criminal. Frontman Honus Honus-cartoonishly curtseying atop a bone heap of indie romp and thrift-shop stomp-possesses a stunning savant‘s vision. Sure to pull Man Man‘s songs out of the formidable shadow of their bat-shit-crazy live show, the 13 songs that cling to this smokehouse of a record are beautifully crude, finger-painted traces of Captain Beefheart, Tom Waits, and other kitchen-sink greats.