Here's some of the cookin' stuff: "Cold Cold Heart" is a deftly picked ramble through intoxication and premeditated murder; "Funky Fu Manchu" is about a moustache that drives its wearer to minor acts of badassedness; and "Double Wide," which describes raggedy-voiced singer Detroit Dick's "trailer-park baby," is a moan and a croak away from the Beat Farmers at their greasiest. Two songs later, he's wailing that "granny handled serpents/and daddy drank strychnine," which tells you everything you need to know about their band's lineage and aesthetic. This is a dirty-assed rock-and-roll gem with plenty of promise of a good live show. When are these Neanderthal slugs coming to town?

-- Ted Drozdowski