A timeless, sonically rich album that transports you to a windswept ghost town, a grimy back alley in a mob-run city, or a mad scientist’s secret hidaway.
Two discs of live Dead Boys is mebbe more than you’ll wanna listen to in one sitting. Maybe you could listen to one, then go out to a bar and get shitfaced.
Kinda like herpes, they’re really tough to get rid of. SW’ve broken up more times than Elizabeth Taylor, but they haven’t gotten fat (tho now they’re on Fat).
Pretty cool, but not amazin’, gearhead punk in the “influenced by the Ramones & Motörhead” vein that Zeke and Nashville Pussy also shoot their rock’n’roll into.