Covers in punk. A whole thing there. If you're gonna do it, at least fuck it up.
Eater drags Sweet Jane over the coals, pumping adrenaline into its wistful regret; puts manic uncoolness in the horny desperation of Queen Bitch; and shit, they just just straight knock 3 years off of I'm Eighteen and leave it feeling freshly reckless. The originals follow suit, throbbing along at triplespeed. Eater doesn't have time. They're a band of the moment -- what's punk but a fuckyou to the past and future anyway 4/5
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