There’s something wrong with this band. They play their classic sleaze rock a little too well. They sound a little too authentic when they’re revving themselves into a frenzy, singing about the voices telling them to kill. Actually, freaking out is the theme of this album, with songs like “Panic,” “Scream,” “Mental Problem,” and “Outta My Mind Again.” It plays like non-fiction to such an extent that you could almost believe they had to gnaw their way out of straitjackets to make this music for you, and their goal is to spread their crazy around. It’s definitely contagious. Is that my dog telling me to carve out someone’s eyeballs? But my dog’s been dead for years.