Opener "Wake Up Call" is already in progress when you press play on "Greater Than Ever", implying that no matter how quick you are, you're still always gonna be one step behind the Baseball Furies. You'd figure that a band that names itself after a rollerskating, proto-corpsepainted street gang full of disgruntled minor-leaguers is going to come out swinging at the fences, and The Furies do not disappoint. Is there such a thing as hardcore garage rock? Well, there is now, baby, as "GTE" sounds like what would have happened if it was Black Flag imploding into sonic fireballs at the Democratic National Convention in '68,instead of the Five. The guitars splatter and unravel- think greasers and freak power, think Pistols, think Detroit Rock City, all filtered through the shaky fingers of teenage drug abusers- and there is much shouting, much speed-punk gospel, much action involved. Baseball Furies exhibit exactly the kind slink and savagery that punk rock's been limping along without for far too long now, and I don't think you'll find a more incendiary slice of insurrection rock this side of Fireballs of Freedom. Pretty fuckin' enthralling stuff.