Where do I start in trying to describe this album? The short and easy version is (probably) that this is one of the funniest, most original and oddly enjoyable albums I've ever heard. A girl-group born of pure DNA, not the product of a svengali producer or TV show.
There was nothing pretentious about the Wiggin sisters, only their father's ambition! Dorothy (lead guitar, vocals) wrote all of the lyrics: The maxim 'Write about what you know' has never seemed so accurate, for that is exactly what we have here. Songs about love and companionship (pets, radios, parents), surburban sociology, scary drivers in sports cars, a little bit of religion (but not enough to annoy). See, I'm being pretentious about the Shaggs!
There is a glorious Garage-Rock rawness about 'Philosophy...'; in fact its primitive sound suggests that the sisters were recorded in a garage, and had become high on whatever fumes festered there! I think that in Helen Wiggin (drums) we hear the lost link between Moe Tucker and Sandy West of the Runaways. Here is the unfettered merging of Moe's mallet-work and Sandy's almost uncontrolled compulsion. Helen's drumming is joyfully gung-ho, even if she seems at least a planet removed from her sisters' guitars and voices!
The Wiggin sisters are lost Godmothers of Punk. Their father's svengali ambition was misplaced to a massive degree, but thank god he shoved instruments in his unwitting daughters' hands and dragged them into a studio to record their efforts 'while they're hot'!
This album is uniquely hilarious for all the wrong reasons, but I love the girls for their enthusiasm to make music that they liked. If you don't like it yourself, why should anyone else out there think anything of it? I love it dearly, forty years after the event. Well pummelled, girls!