Psycho Charger are a couple of Van Buren Boys from god knows where* whose wardrobe consists of tightie-whities and 59 gallons of fake blood each. They look like they just got done killing and eating their families. It’s pretty cool.

Of course, they give away the game with the album title – “Horror Rawkillbilly” it certainly is, as gore-minded, gallows-humor punchlines snake around surfy vampire ‘billy . The twist is the positively Satanic disco-explosion of the incessant drum machine, which provides a kinky kinda sex-thumping edge to a bunch of  songs that would otherwise be standard horrorpunk riffs on the Munsters theme.

Best tracks for cool ghouls to rob graves to would haveta be the vibra-matic Roy Orbison meets-his-maker creepy crawl of “Invasion of the Ball Snatchers” and the spookabilly blood guzzler “Live from the Appalachian Deathride”, and mebbe the cock rock dance-a-rama of “Sugar Tit”, which neatly sutures the redneck fuck rock of Nashville Pussy with the retro-futurism of Sigue Sigue Sputnik, circa 1986. And that can’t be easy, especially for axe wielding maniacs.

Yeh, that’s right, motherfucker…it’s a bloody good time.