ROCKET FROM THE CRYPT
Live From Camp X-Ray (Vagrant)
Reviewed by John Sekerka

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I've said it before and I'll say it again, just in case you weren't paying attention: Rocket From The Crypt are the true saviours of rockinroll. You'd think after 23 albums, 18 years, and 6570 gigs (that's right Jimmy, a gig a day) later the world would know, but nuh-uh. Outside of a select few San Diego greasy spoons, RFTC ain't a household name, but alas, all that is about to change. You see the new record is so damn smashing in its anthemic sex rock (yes, guitars plus horns equals sex rock) that mere mortals will not be able to resist its powerful lure. This slab will grab you, shake you, drag you around the dance floor, throw you on the bar and douse you with hootch. It is a scorching slab of primal beats, broken strings and trumpet blasts, with an underlying musical maturity bellying all the surface sweat. Move over Elvis, these are the number one hits the public really needs.

© 2002 - John Sekerka