The ‘Rats were one of L.A.’s most guitarin’-est (is that a word? Fuck yeah, it is now) bands that brought the rock when it came to their live gigs. Very few of the rock-inspired punk bands did the deed right when it came to putting up or shutting the fuck up, and Los Rats put up time and time again. Unfortunately, the band splintered up in the early 2000s and this disc was the last thing the guys were to lay down in ‘02. Interestingly enough, there’s a helluva lot more influence and texture on this post-release than their earlier rips ‘n roars that were found on the other records. But that isn’t at all bad; this album is actually really, really good. Very well done musically. Most punker types are gonna dismiss this as arena-inspired, super rock that has no place amongst the CD rack just to save face in front of their spiky-headed confidants. But if they threw this record on and really gave it a fair listen, they’d pick up subtle hints of the MC5, the Who, the Faces, Alice Cooper, Mott The Hoople, early-era KISS, and some ‘60s R&B that comes across pretty nicely. Oh, those influences aren’t “cool” enough for you? Then go eat a dick in the back of some stranger’s car while you hear the muffled sounds of the Eagles playing on the tape deck, you fucking closet hippie.