There is no one quite like rocker Tav Falco. He is regal. He is debonair. And he plays some of the greasiest lo-fi rock 'n' roll you've ever heard. His recordings are full of scratches and dust and a salacious trashiness that rips through convention. Live, he's a spooky, hip-twichin', pelvis-grindin' come-on personified.