This Rawkin' n' Rollin' greased up little
barstad came slippin' and slidin' right up my street leaving gunky trails
like rawkabilly infernoslugs the other week, coincidentally around the
same time I received a copy of Redneck Girlfriend's superb Blood Sweat and
Beers, who this brilliantly named buncha brawlers give a ta very much to,
along with others such as Dwarves and Supersuckers. So that, and their
covering The Stray Cats' How Long You Wanna Live Anyway?, Sir Cash's
Folsom
Prison Blues and their 9 Pound Hammer-y take on Chicken Stomp should
really spray a giant sized X right in front of your face as to the sorta
dustcloud they kick up and drag around with them when they blow into your
town like eager evil unleashed again for a low budget horror sequel (and
really, if it doesn't, either fuck off or go spend some cash), spilling
out low life white trash tales of speed trials (Spanaway Speedway),
whiskey soaked so called relationships (Off The Wagon), trucker babes from
Hell (Highway Kat), demon drivers (Hellbent), which reminds me of The
Barracudas' His Last Summer, but the surfer dude's replaced with a hell for
leather quiffed up fucker driving into oblivion, and the self-explanatory
Man's Ruin. Not quite as righteous as fellow purveyors of manicpilleyed
trucker punk The Crosstops in this game but that's no bad thing, cos
really, what the fuck is.-Stu "Half-dollar Cowboy" Gibson