If you ask me, and who else could you ask, really? The Holy Trinity of Super Rock is Cracktorch, the Lanternjack, and Cookie. End of fuckin' story, citizen. But while the other two play 70's fueled power rock and dive bombing sleaze metal respectively, Cookie lay on plenty of both and slather a healthy serving of raunchy hony tonk over the whole mess like lumpy gravy, as well. Sabrina Rock Arena belts out her tales of whiskey and sin like an innocent, wide eyed country crooner that was waylaid by evil punk and rollers and found that she actually liked slutty guitars and songs about fucking, so she stayed, dyed her hair blue, and joined the party. I first heard an advance of "Sweat Soaked and Satisfied" last summer, when my day job consisted of cruising around town in brand new convertibles, and every single time I had it blasting in the mean machine, somebody would ask me what this amazing band I was listening to was. I always told them Motley Crue, for safety's sake. You, I'm telling the truth to. If you dig the Supersuckers or Elvis Presley, you're gonna dig Cookie. If you're into Kris Kristofferson or the New York Loose, you're gonna adore Cookie. If AC/DC, Johnny Cash, Tex and the Horseheads, Joan Jett, Eddie Cochran, fuck, if you dig rock and roll in any form (not to mention sex, cars, and dancin'), than you are going to fall madly in love with Cookie, I guarantee it.