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Well, there's been The Sound Of Silence and the Sound Of Confusion and quite possibly some others but this, oh fellow folks of the mighty Sleazegrinder nation could well be the sound of Link Wray jamming with ? Mark in a barn after a few tabs and enuff quarts of home made nectar (whoopass?) to float a flotilla around (never mind a battleship Ronnie VZ). Absolutely Barking Stars (ta, Maria) and way, way warped in a most wonderful way that could well scare the shit out of the most against-the-nashville-grain country cats. Acres of rambling bass lines pinning proceedings together and rollicking train drums slicing through tracks of slime and sludge with lashings of tattered telecaster twangs smearing the scene behind the moonshine shot throat spitting, or dribbling, out nicely left-field, tho true, musings such as on Mr. Ray Charles (as in "Do you think I'm as blind as...") and "It's a long life I guess when you're out of cigarettes.... and beer". The cover of The Creations "How Does it Feel (To Feel)" is a work of art, taking it forcibly by it's prissy mod ass into backwoods Deliverance territory and there doing unspeakable bestial things to it while soaking it in bourbon, hellfire and damnation until it runs out screaming and fully converted into a mad dirty hillbilly bluegrass stomp. The cover of The Beatles Don't Pass Me By (our drummer and huge Beatles fan Mr. Stephen "Dubya" Henry Wigley thought it was murder but I think that's what it deserves) is maybe nowhere near as good as The Georgia Satellites version (some feat) but at least it's their own, turning it from Ringo's slow sagging slump of a tune into a country barbeque knees-up ditty. I particularly dig the note on the sleeve saying "any of the artists whose songs we cover contact us for money... better yet, contact our record label". Titles like Drinking and Stinking and Boots Full of Piss give the record a good time party kinda feel and hell it's one damn good one too...could be the soundtrack to a spaghetti western or even a Tarantino-esque flick but it's not, tho that shouldn't stop you letting it soundtrack some of your fucked up and funky summer (where's that then?) days and nights for some time to come. Aye, this has the Stuie endorsement, all right. I'll drink to that, as I have been doing since it arrived. - Stu Gibson