"These guys are the kings of rock. There are none higher." Oh, wait, that wasn't Beavis and Butthead, that was me. Well, they probably would say that about this band.

This CD was meant to be played LOUD. As a long-defunct heavy-metal radio station (Z-Rock) in this area used to say, "If it's too loud, you're too old." Definitely.

From the get go, with Bobby "Blitz" Ellsworth belting out

hit the streets, hit the wall
hit the sheets, have a ball
in the mouth, in the face
in the teeth, take a taste
hit me where it hurts

on "Where it Hurts," to the last

I was soaked in gasoline, playing with a match
I was everything I seemed, they stood and watched
ate from your table, ate from your hand
eight days of waiting, buried in the sand

"Gasoline Dream," and everything in between, these guys will make you want to get out and run a marathon, or at least get down in front of the pit and slam with the best of them.

Play it loud; play it proud I say.

Reviewer:  Frank Renda.