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The Ratboys are coming and you better run for cover! Take a hard rocking outfit and mix wild vocal work, loads of distortion, all- out raw energy, a ballsy bad attitude and voilà: Cash, Gas, and Trash. The Ratboys . . . infectious lyrics, solid guitar riffs, and more than a passing nod to garage rock . . . with a shitload of 77 snottiness thrown in for good measure. Solid from top to bottom, the Ratboys debut album was recorded in three days of blood sweat and beer. Not that the Rats give a fuck what you think, still if you care to listen, you're going to be treated to a tutorial on what can be done with a three-minute song. Every cut distinct and guaranteed unforgettable. Thick, crunchy guitar riffs, energetic bass lines, and vibrant drumming pounding relentlessly into your brainpan with atavistic power. No fancy frills. No overproduced arrangements. No fancy packages. These Rats don't need no stinkin' coverups, as they got nothing, absolutely nothing to hide. That's for combos that haven't a clue as to how to do what comes naturally to our Boys, i.e., R-O-C-K!!!