Atlanta weirdos continue their garage exotica assault on their eighth full length. Super cool B-movie garage rock’n’roll, taking the best of some smoky Vegas bar; a fired-up Little Richard concert; old, dusty, long-forgotten ‘60s garage 45s; slicked-back ‘50s rock’n’roll; and some late ‘70s Dead Boys sneer. These days, it’s tough to find originality, but some folks beat their own fucking path. These cats have been at this shit for a couple of decades and have worked out they don’t need to be part of your club. I’m sure they don’t want me a part of it, but fuck, sign me the fuck up. –Tim Brooks (Slovenly, slovenly.com)