This came out in 2001 – or at least that’s when I got it. Here’s what I said about it back then (with some minor editing):
Talk about being in the wrong place at the wrong time — in the best way possible.
U.S. Bombs hail from the West Coast punk enclave of Orange County, Calif. Their old-school sound, however, comes straight from Noo Yawk and London, and straight from 1976. Punk elder statesman Duane Peters’ gruff bark carries traces of beloved mooks from Handsome Dick Manitoba to Joe Strummer, while the band’s neck-sliding, Chuck Berry-on-speed riffs and brash momentum betray a heavy debt to the likes of Johnny Thunders and The Sex Pistols. There are no sweet harmonies, caffeinated two-step beats or poppy cartoon-punk singles on this raggedly ferocious disc — just three-chord riffs, full-throttle energy and guttersnipe attitude that are as authentically punk as the bathroom at CBGB’s.
