Another album that I'd listened to when I first read through the 1001 albums book a few years ago. I'd judged it by its cover and thought it was going to be something like "Dr John the nighttripper", a bit of voodoo-laced New Orleans rhythm and blues. Much like the Cramps and X though, this is more of a rockabilly-meets-punk stripped down sound. This album takes the stripped-down thing a bit further with the music being laid almost bare, with very little studio trickery to airbrush it.
The lyrics are occasionally in-your-face and uncomfortable with racial slurs and lines like "I will fuck you till you die" thrown in to the mix.... possibly delivered with a sense of humour, but it's hard to tell.
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