This stuff is no-frills, low tech and high energy, played by sons of Iggy who grew up thinkin’ Raw Power would sound better if it was played really fast.
It’s the Cramps’ “I Was A Teenage Werewolf” grappling at least thematically with the New York Dolls in the big scream drive-in theatre of Roky Erickson’s mind.
Cabbagetown, GA heirs to Fiddlin’ John Carson, these Rock*A*Teens produce high-falutin’ lowbrow faux hillbilly for folks too smart to take that shit straight.
Despite the fact that I have the “actual” version of pretty much every song here (and they sound a helluva lot better), I’m definitely keeping this sucker.