“Thriller” meets Reverend Horton Heat. Some may slag graveyard-obsessed rockabilly as being campy, but it’s musically talented and knowledgeable of tradition.
Once you strip away the weird cover, the goofy titles, the “if we forgot ya, fuck ya” thank-you list, and the liquor store photos, you have a very safe record.
Good Riddance turn in a performance that puts their last three albums to shame. Though only four songs, their contributions are their heaviest tracks to date.
I’ve played open-eyed punkers my CD, and they were duly impressed. They’re Canadian, cuz Scots had to migrate somewhere. Leave it to the Scots to go “up,” eh?
Three tough ’50s-style chickies who look good in leather pants and leopard prints and crank out 12 tracks in 27 minutes of classic Ramones three-chord-punk.