CRYPT KICKERS, THE: Lamentations of the Living Dead: CD

Feb 18, 2009

Putting the harm back in harmonica. Putting unmarked liquor in big jugs. Picture alcoholic zombies who can play better blind drunk who don’t want to get off your porch at 4 AM and after punching your front lights out, asking why it’s so dark, then burning their fingers from keeping their lighters flicked. Yeah, it’s lo-fi, but perfectly so. What’s captured is a clear polaroid snapshot of a wonderfully fucked up situation. Picture sea shanty pirates singing dirges in pickup trucks bouncing down a dusty Alabama road… and the passenger falls out, finds some instruments, and continues to play like it’s the most natural thing – to play absolutely broken as easily as the blood gushing from his head. Excellent.

 –todd (Nation of Kids)