"...music Gene Vincent would have listened to during a mean drunk. Not quite rockabilly, not quite surf, it's 1961-style Music to Construct Zip Guns By..." "...dirty rock instrumental played and poorly recorded in a filthy striptease nightclub full of fat drunks throwing up at the bar..." "... this sounds like music from a movie about a detective who drinks too much." Sick-as-it-gits rhythm-n-booze flooze from "the first combo of the millennium", marking fifteenth years (minus a half dozen in the middle) of the low life. Las Vegas Grind-style soddenness shaped by leering sax, thudding bass, scurrilous guitar, clamorous drums, and the occasional vocal, by turns unctuous and unbalanced, clad in rags and doused in Ripple. Wiggle, bump, slither, and scrump, we ain't goin' to Heaven nohow. "...music Gene Vincent would have listened to during a mean drunk. Not quite rockabilly, not quite surf, it's 1961-style Music to Construct Zip Guns By..."