The little propaganda sheet that came with this record compares Smackmadam to a “head-on collision” between Social Distortion and the Supersuckers. I guess I can kind of see that, but to my waxy ears they sound more like the Quadrajets or maybe a low-carb version of the Midnight Evils. Either way, this is the type of grubby, white trash, snoose-drooling race-car rawk that seems to irk the orthodox ‘77-style punk constituency to no end these days. For me, well, it makes me want to drink beer naked in the front yard with a farmer tan for all the neighborhood to see. And that’s a good thing.
–aphid (Fonzie Town)