If you’re going to be all literate and drop names like Kerouac and Bukowski in the first line of the first song on your CD, you’re also required to know the difference between “there” and “they’re.” Get Dead’s grammatical diligence is about equal to their knowledge of country music. They suffer from what I like to call “I listened to a few Johnny Cash records and I think I understand country music” syndrome. There’s some wimpy acoustic guitar strumming and songs about drinking, enough to give a little veneer of outlaw country on top of otherwise bland punk. At least until they start dropping the ska beats. Then shit gets kind of clever for a minute, but it’s ruined by an acoustic slow jam about being tangled up in barbwire or some equally bullshitty bullshit. They should have made more use of the horn section. At least this music makes a good soundtrack to disappointment, even if it’s the disappointment you feel because you’re listening to this music.