Barely controlled slop n’ roll chaos from this gang of baby-faced hellhounds from Milwaukee. Half the time Dead By Monday are renegade flat-tops chasing after a reckless, feckless, thumping punkabilly sound, kinda like Elvis Hitler meets the Murder City Devils*; the rest it’s all slurry speed-freak motor-rock with fuzzy dope-metal solos, total Zeke-city, USA. Luckily, those two sounds historically go together like peanut butter and fried bananas, but the Achilles heel – or maybe the CHARM, who knows? - with this band is that they’re never quite in synch with one another. Somebody’s always half a beat behind the rest of ‘em, so it’s got that live, raw, somebody’s-going-home-with-a-bloody-lip vibe. That made me a little woozy by the otherwise dead-on blooze-boogie of “Heartbreaker”, but since I’m probably the only person that will ever listen to this without a pint of Jack in the belly, you most likely won’t even notice.

They DO need some facial hair, tho. Or at least a 6 foot titty-girl on bass.