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

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)