Unappreciated and unknown, they create usually short, sometimes humorous, sometimes poignant rock’n’roll which veers from driving punk to drunken country blues.
Ditchin’ the riot-gun scatter of rock’n’roll buffet of their first US release, these punked up Portuguese garage rats stake a claim in Crypt/Estrus territory.
Ballin’ is less frantic than their debut LP, Irony, and miles away from their molar-diggin’, unhinged Don Fleming-produced after-birth announcement EP, Dig.
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.