With the swagger of Jagger they share a ciggy with Iggy and the bluster of Bowie these Cats from Chicago have got it happening baby I this record will stand up against the good and the great of the Ragged Rock and Roll genre from the jagger claps on ‘Satans Potion’ through the mid-seventies Stones riff-a-rama that’s clashing with a switched on Mc5 swinging it with cats like Gunfire Dance.  It’s all going off in my ears like a fuckin guy Fawkes night to end all as harmonicas honk and snares shuffle along with some subtle hip resting handclaps.

It’s a real triumph to hear a record that as it unfolds it’s everything and more of what you want to hear coming out of your stereo.  It’s loud it’s antisocial it’s happening.  With one speaker firmly planted in the past that is dripping with traditional outlaw Rockers from Keith Richards to Lux.  Some David Johansen running with Chuck Berry The Yowl tick all the motherfuckin boxes.

Hell, they’re smashing it on the snotty ‘Dum Diddy Dum’ with a growling bassline that’s leading the tune through some concrete jungle off its tits on some substance but with a wild night ringing in its ears.  It’s nothing short of sensational.

There is respite in the sound of some Cramp’s stomping delta blues as ‘Killed The Sun’ shuffles in like it’s discovering new territories on a lame pit pony but hell they’re forging on anyway.  It’s like a trip through time in widescreen as ‘Quitter’ could have fallen from the stars like an American Gunfire Dance but wait because ‘I Want Some’ is like a streetwise Hives looking for a party. and it seems the party has been found on ‘Looks And Personality’.  stands tall with some splendid guitar licks that will brighten up anyone’s day.

If this is the future of Garage Rock in America then I’m all in offering up a cavalcade of top tunes from the opener to the closing ring of the six-string thing it’s a beautiful thing. It’s unoriginal, it’s got an arrogant swagger that is everything in convincing me that these guys are the real deal and this is just the beginning of a beautiful thing. ‘Gonna Get You’ has a wonderful tone and some quality lyrics but I could say the same for the fuzzed-up romp of ‘Lips Of The Apocolypse’ and as we head into the home straight they dish up the tub-thumping ‘Money Power War’.

If they wanted to they could probably break your heart with a neatly placed ballad but there’s no time here for that nonsense its rockers all the way with ‘Dirty Little Secrets’ throwing up some cool gang vocals that are peppered with some of the albums finest guitar licks that spill out of the amps spraying shrapnel everywhere. ‘Vacation’ is a howling good time and it has me thinking I need to see these boys live right now.  Can this pandemic fuck off please and can someone book The Yowl for a UK showdown asap.  One of the finest albums I’ve had spinning on the RPM deathdecks in a long long time.  I suggest you get the beers in turn up the stereo tune in and drop out and treat you ears to this bad boy it’s a fuckin belter.

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Author: Dom Daley