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.
“Sugar Water” is rock as gospel. “Can’t seem to find my way home,” and we’re talkin’ in the spiritual sense here. This’d be cheese if not done with such heart.
Whether an icon in the straight-edge movement, the tough-guy movement, or the street-thug subgenre of hardcore, Slapshot is revered as one of the best.
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.