It takes a few rounds to sink in, but once it takes effect, you’re feeling all rambunctious and sleazy enough to risk making the move on your friend’s wife.
Some will be too “street punk” or “mod/garagey” for ya, but it’s just cool to hear bands on TKO and Hellcat back-to-back with Estrus/Bomp!/In the Red bands.
21 cuts of primal dead horse beatings from four guys who sound a lil’ like Sticky Fingers Stones with a crystal ball that can see the Ramones’n’Dead Boys.
Rockin’ like fuck doesn’t always haveta be a sloppy ledge dance into a gutter of an affair. Hell, the Dragons aren’t even above pulling off a friggin’ ballad!