Mad Daddys

Get Yer Ta Ta’s Out (Flipside)
by Mark Phinney

Many a night I have slobbered my way through the strip club ins and outs of the trashier side of my imagination, fueled by a pack of Lucky Strikes, a bottle of Gilby’s, and the soundtrack for those gin-soaked promenades across my morals, The Mad Daddys‘ entire catalog. These rowdy rock stompers are the real thing. They live the lives that we so wish we could, all night honky-tonks from the Lower East Side to the backwards backwoods of the steaming South. The Mad Daddys have remained true to the anthem of roadside trash rock, and damn well, I might add. Now listen to this, what better way to soak up the spilled gin than to hear it all in true trashin’ fashion, live. A packed stink bomb room in 1995 stood witness to the Daddys beerin’ it up and racing through about 15 classic culties that may very well have signalled the end of civilized culture as we know it. Pills, tits, and Johnny Thunders can really slap you upside the face. And just try reviewing this CD at 8 A.M., which I like to do anyway, before I knew I was on my way to the Zone for cheap eats, fights, and porno parties. The performance here covers it – “Hanky Panky,” “Take Me Back To Woodstock” – I’m buzzin’, all the sliced-up beautes packed on here, makin’ for a mean, raw meat, red-blooded fist-fight party. These boys take trash rock seriously, raising it to a religion, and I know I’m sure as hell not Catholic anymore. Well fuck, man, I have got to get some booze and broads and throw this CD back in, I got a long night ahead of me, and oh yeah… fuck off.

(Editor’s Note: Mark is really a sweet, sensitive, yet robust and manly guy. He’s also single.)