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Acid-jangle garage rawk savages from sunny Atlanta, although you'd think they were brought up somewhere darker and danker, like a serial killer's basement, maybe. Tent revival Super Soul and Stones rauncha rolla collide in a tangle of skinny legs and cigarette smoke, and the whole thing would come off as entirely jubilant, in a super villain kinda way, if it weren't for the ugly news that the Black Lips' guitarist, Ben Eberbaugh, died in a car crash last December. Goddamn. Necro rock freaks, form your cults now. Otherwise, if you're doin' time on the Beasts of Bourbon/Makers/Hanoi Rocks side of town, you ought to lap this one up - just spill an extra drink or two in remembrance of ol' Ben, would ya? The band has stated that they're going to soldier on despite the stunning blow, and I hope they do. Not every shaky rock and roll band can write a tune called "Everybody Loves a Cocksucker", and have you really believe it.