The incomparable Mr. Tim Kerr (o’ the Lord High Fixers) produced these bratty-soundin’ Louisiana R&B punkers. Right there, ya gotta know it’s gonna be good.
Tough guy Nine Pound Hammer redux, y’know, drunken swagger cockpunkrock with spaghetti western soundbites to punctuate Throttlefinger’s self-image as outlaws.
Their shit don’t lack for in-yo-face intensity, tho’ they do lack the ability to write a coupla numbers that don’t sound exactly like the six they just played.
’60s UK pop is a handy reference point, even when the Martinets are not self-consciously aping The Yardbirds or nudging the Troggs perhaps via the Milkshakes.
Southern four-piece focusing on funky rawk kinda like an updated Black Oak Arkansas. Not heavy, but rock’n’roll groovy. Gets better each time I hear it.
Short’n’sweet and then move on 1-2-3-4 to the next one in a buzzsaw guitar blur runnin’ thru the veins of Zeke/Electric Frankenstein/Migraines etc etc.