Ladies, gentleman, and esteemed primates! I present you the hard as nails working 70ies/80ies Skateboarding superstar and full-time punk rocker of US Bombs and THE HUNNS fame Duane Peters with his fourth LP since the year 2000. Quite a workload there, congratulations. Seems as if his accompanying musicians could not keep up with this rate, though.

Together with new recruit Corey Parks (aka the 6 foot 8 gigantic woman who, along with her colleagues of Nashville Pussy, used to turn the stages of the world into danger zones) its down to nasty business as usual, with the exception of the singing chores having been divided between Ms Parks (bitchy) and Mr. Peters (rough as sandpaper).

Full frontal old school punk rock, sleazy like a facial, creamed with plenty of sing-along and melodies, recorded live in the studio, for that extra authentic stickiness. Naturally one won’t find anything too innovative here (as if anybody had expected that), but the amount of unusual breaks, speed changes and semi acoustic sections is higher and of better quality than one is used to in this genre.

A thoroughly convincing record with lots of strengths and suitable for most parties, unfortunately without any real highlights or straight hits. 8 points.