And not a moment too soon does this compilation of dirty fuzz from all the really cool and famous white people countries arrive. I am so goddamn sick of neophytes ranting about the Hives like they just discovered some new kind of kinky, downloadable porn, or something. You know what you are if you're a recent Hives fan? You're late for the party. The cold winds of Northern Europe have been blowing this kind of swivel hipped action our way for years, and the evil hucksters behind Bad Afro have been at the tip of the Rawk mountain the whole time. Now maybe the come lately's will have someone new to obsess over, because there's a whole slew of garage rocking potential scene creators and world shakers on display here. I probably won't get to any of them, though, because first I have to rant about Sweatmaster. These Finnish savages have constructed what could quite possibly be the greatest rock and roll song written in the past ten years, with only a few simple ingredients- half a Stones riff, a few Stooges piano plinkings, some handclaps, and a title and chorus ripped from the fevered werewolf brain of Roky Erickson. "I am a Demon and I love Rock and Roll" is the absolute tits, a three minute declaration of sindependence that sounds like some lost late 60's pinball champ victory dance, like some chart burning bubblegum rocker dragged through the gutter, picking up as much glitter as mud along the way. It's a nearly perfect confection, and Sweatmaster are so obviously enthralled with themselves for having written it, that Mikko Loukko (well, they can work on that) goes ahead and rolls his "R's" on the "Rock" and "Roll" like a crazed Frenchman, just for the hell of it. Sweatpower, baby, go get some. Oh yeah, there's plenty more where that came from- On Trial fearlessly cop both KISS and the MC5 in equal measure with sex anthem "Higher", the Burnouts lay down some high octane firepower with "You Lose", sounding more than a little like our own motor-punk kingpins, Rock City Crimewave in the process, Baby Woodrose sound like a Woodstock-era Monster Magnet, Vegas VIP have a whole 'Johnny Rivers on the set of a spaghetti western' vibe- I mean, what the fuck more do you want? "Pushing Scandinavian Rock to the Man" is all about the power of the people coming home to roost, and you'd be wise to snap it up while there's still time. I know what you're saying, Jack- "What, a bunch of retro- rockers from Sweden, Norway, Finland, and fuckin' Denmark are going to bring it all down, lay the vibe of the streets on the cops and congressmen and war pigs and let 'em know that we just want the freedom to do what we wanna do- and that we want to get loaded? Yeah, probably. Revolution starts with you, after all.