Psychobilly progenitors present a sneering, horror-driven approach to rockabily, cranking up the menace and mania past even Gene Vincent's previous pinnacles. This is essentially punk with a driving backbeat, upright stumbledown bass and guitars that stab and romp and rollick right out of control, dipped in a strange, drive-in flicker of morbid panache.
It's a lot of fun, if a bit samey by the end, combining fuck-this, loose defiance with fuck-yeah, tuneful talent, always a tricky balance in punk rock 4/5
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