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Creme Soda walked so Lou Toad and the Healing Croak could stumble barefoot through the mud, strumming something strange and wonderful. The link between these two is more than just DIY ethos—it’s that rare, electric frequency that only the true weirdos can hear, the kind that bypasses the industry machine and transmits directly to the hearts of freaks and fairies alike.  

Creme Soda’s *Tricky Zingers* isn’t just an album; it’s a manifesto. Self-produced, self-released, and utterly self-contained, it’s the sound of a band existing in their own bubble—acid-fried garage-psych that never cared if anyone was listening, which, of course, is why we’re still listening. Tracks like *(I’m) Chewin’ Gum* and *Tonight* blend jangly Byrds-ian sweetness with a mischievous undercurrent, like they’re in on a joke the mainstream never quite got.  

Fast forward a few decades, and Lou Toad and the Healing Croak pick up the torch—not as imitators, but as spiritual successors. Their Bandcamp page hums with the same homegrown energy, the same refusal to play by the rules. They’re making music in the only way that makes sense to them, for an audience that doesn’t need to be courted, only found.  

So, if *Tricky Zingers* is on your turntable this Friday morning, let it be a gateway drug. Follow the rabbit hole. Find Lou Toad. Support the ones who keep the weird alive. And, most importantly, keep the freak flag flying.

Lou Toad

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