Their sound is planted solidly in energetic 3rd wave ska, but they manage to evoke the mournful presence of Billie Holiday as easily as Brooklyn streetcomers.
They end up soundin’ like pre-sellout Corrosion of Conformity, only smarter cuz they bought one of those vocal distortion things like the Butthole Surfers.
Snotty punk rawk in all its grimy, sloppy beauty! Mixing acidic humor with a snarling guitar/vocal team-up, Andi Beltramo lives up to the album’s title.
Blacktop’s Mick Collins set up the mics and recorded the Dirtys as they ran through fifteen examples of ultra-crazed, yell yerself hoarse garage thrash.