Kind of bummed this one had no label or address. I really wanted the fellas in The Dead Betties to enjoy my perspective of their record. Simple overview here. Condensed version, if you will. Dude sounds like a lady. Guitars are a wankin’. Un-rhythmic white dudes are a wailin’. The only logical conclusion, somebody get a search party together. Operation: find these guys’ balls.
–Dave Disorder (Self-released, no address)