Part primal rockabilly straight outta the Charlie Feathers songbook, chuggy ZZ Top, hard luck country bass’n’drums, AC/DC with soul, and Link Wray tribute.
These Seattlites froth and curse like white trash, whiskey drinkin’, drug usin’, hard livin’, hard fuckin’, hot rod racin’, law hatin’, fight startin’ cretins.
This comp has no theme, it’s not a tribute/benefit. It’s just flat-out unadorned rock ‘n’ roll music, loud ‘n’ coarse ‘n’ white trash, like it’s supposed to be.