There ain't nothin' dead about this beat kids. Revved up and ready to leave tire tracks across the backs of the downtrodden, modern-day, music theorists waiting to present the next big thing, Sweden's "Deadbeats" are full on. With a sense of imagination, purpose and a great deal of hyperactivity, packaged into a wound up pace car primed to set the new standard in guitar rock, they're taking the frontseat and riding shotgun down this latest highway that's seen the steadily building rock resurgence in recent months. In fact, when you think about it, when's the last time anyone's ever been poised to confront the idea that "rock" as a singular entity can still find a place in the land of genre-structured clichés and in vogue disparities where one style is acrilegious to one-track minded radio programmers?

"The Deadbeats" are the latest on the Fueled Up label, a recent addition that falls under the Necropolis heading, and as such, floors the pedal and tears right through the office doors in leading the way for what will surely be a flood of like-minded artists ready to follow their lead. With corporate execs planted firmly under their wheels, "The Deadbeats" make great use of good time, three chord, eight track rock, stripped down to its birthday suit and uncompromising in its fist-raising attitude that makes you swear these last twenty years have flown by as a blur and 1981 happened only yesterday.

Catchy, upbeat and enthusiastic, "The Deadbeats" are like The Stooges, Urge Overkill and Entombed, all rolled into a nice sized stogie, ready to be lit and burn all night!