Initially, I had no faith whatsoever that anything good would come of this record. I mean, just dig the gangly handle on this crew of Euro-stiffs, and if that’s not ham-fisted enough, check out the band members’ names: Dead Gein, Reverend Bloodbath, Mr. Evilize, etc. If they sounded anything like the Misfits, I would have cracked the CD in half, and used the jagged edge to slit my own throat, because a man can only take so much generic ‘horrorpunk’ in one lifetime before snapping. Lucky for me, the Bloodsuckin’ Zoms have a groovy-ghoulie sound all their own, one that mixes hard-charging, slap-bass streetbilly with theatrical glam rock, and they don’t even “whoa-ho!” once. Well, maybe once. This particular gaggle of gory hits is a concept album about some obscure serial killer from the 20’s by name of William Theodore Parker, all fancied up with between-song narration, a children’s choir, a fuckin’ trombone, and much stage-show razzle-dazzle. The Zombies sound more than a little like Boston brats the Kings of Nuthin’ putting on a fancy-ass Halloween show, and although it’s far from bone-chilling, it’s a pretty impressive collection of weird rock n’ roll tales. Oh, and it’s all wrapped up in a beautiful Digi-pak with suitably campy photos of the band and the stage show. Might be a hard-sell for the psychobilly sickos, but if you like ‘em horrible on purpose with a side order of cheese, than take a big meaty bite out of these Bloodsucking Zombies from Outer Space.