Creeping Cruds

A cool campy intro by Tennessee horror host Dr. Gangrene and beautiful flesh-rotting artwork by Stephen Blickenstaff greet the listener before The Creeping Cruds tear into ten tracks of badass rawk'n'roll fused with a dangerously geeky obsession with old school horror flicks, monsters and gore. A messed-up mutation of AC/DC power riffs, Ramones three-chord catchiness and dark Southern rock, these grown-up monster kids don't just pay tribute to the horrors of their youth, they BECOME them.

Only the most B-movie-soaked brain could come up with lyrics as inspired as "M-U-R-D-E-R means your fuckin blood on the bannisters!" or song titles in the vein of Driving Miss Zombie. Now why can't every horror punk band be this much fun?