It takes three older guys from the more demented side of blue-collar territory to make music that feels like washing down Black Widows with a 12-pack of Shlitz.
With 14 songs of corruption, their tongues are planted firmly in-cheeks and their chops are mighty. Masters of punked-up, powerchord-soaked rock ‘n’ roll.
The disjointed and looping lines with semi- traditional rock formats sound like a re-vamped version of our good Captain, even down to the Dadaist lyrics.