Ain’t the best I’ve heard from these Bay Area junk rock lifers, but s’alright, cuz they’re New York Dolls fans with the decency to not try and dress like ’em.
I guess the stealing from the source-recordings and bein’ ugly lends authenticity, tho’ authenticity’s a loada shit, ‘specially when the Stones are invoked.
If you’re a fan of good ol’ punk, the kinda snarling, rawkus rock that makes you lock arms with yer mates in merry roughhousing, Punch Drunk is just the thing.