Many moons ago, I knew some guys who had a band. They’d play here and there, in a front yard or in a Madison club, typically maximizing the amount of possible rock in a given cubic footage. Don’t ask me for the formula – I prefer to keep math in the realm of mystery. Regardless, it was effective.
The Hot Snakes imbue that same boiler-about-to-blow ethos. It’s just wide-open, balls-to-the-wall, hyper-hyphenated rock.
See for yourself: