If these dudes had different guitars (don’t ask me what kind, man, I’m a rock writer, I don’t know anything about anything), they’d be Junkyard, because the whole honky-tonk biker-metal-motherfucker-with-a-heart-of-brass vibe is here, and it’s shining like new chrome. But they don’t have those guitars – I believe they were discontinued in 1989 – so they sound sorta like the Supersuckers drinking manly liquor with the Pogues*. And that’s cool too, just not as loud or as greasy. The songs are all classic shitkicker laments, lotsa talk about women with the devil in ‘em (“She’s a Devil”), sometimes on wheels (“Roller Queen”), sometimes in New York City (um, “NYC”); the guitars slip and slide like old friends on the backporch, drinking the weekend away, T Mack’s vocals are ragged and honest, and often joined by the fellas for the choruses, and the whole thing just reeks of dive bars with chickenwire fences, and long-gone Saturday nights. Oh, and there’s an Elvis cover, too. Same one that Danzig did, ‘cept the Lifters are little more authentic, as Elvis didn’t lift a lotta weights or worship Satan. Anyway, “Texas Trash” is a very good record for people who drink beer. Or people who used to drink beer. Or people who often clean up after people who drink too much beer, and puke all over the floor. Anybody beer related, really.