WHO ARE THEY? A co-ed crew of New York City punks whose seedy, sleazy sound comes straight from the gory glory days of late ’70s.
WHAT IS THIS? Their 22-minute debut album of self-describe “garbage rock” — get it? — which was produced by none other than Green Day majordomo and punk icon Billie Joe Armstrong.
WHAT DOES IT SOUND LIKE? The Cramps, The Dead Boys, Johnny Thunders and X sharing the bill at CBGB.
WHAT SHOULD IT BE TITLED? An Offer You Can’t Refuse.
HOW SHOULD I LISTEN TO IT? Loud and distorted, preferably while getting wasted on cheap booze and drugs.
WHAT 10 WORDS DESCRIBE IT? Raw, rude, rebellious, nasty, noisy, swaggering, messy, gritty, snotty, cocky.
WHAT ARE THE BEST SONGS? Potent punk firecrackers and mosh-pit anthems like Johnny White Stuff, Collar Up and Hot Mess. Bonus points for their fittingly frenzied cover of Gun Club’s Sex Beat.
WHAT WILL MY FRIENDS SAY? ‘As long as there are angry, alienated kids who can barely play their instruments, punk will never die.’
HOW OFTEN WILL I LISTEN TO THIS? Whenever you feel the need to reconnect with your own inner guttersnipe.
IF THIS ALBUM WERE A SMELL, WHAT WOULD IT BE? Urine in the subway.
SHOULD I BUY, STREAM OR STEAL IT? I’m sure they need the money, but I also suspect they would be OK with you swiping it.
