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The cool thing about a band like this is they could suck worse than any far fetched, flat out, fucked up breed of bluegrass bourbon soaked serial shitheads, but they’ll be fun to write about.  Now I’m not out to start an argument as to how bad they suck or if they do even suck, I’m still diggin’ the name!  

Conducive enough to yer average middle west whiskey drinking, whisker faced counter top commandos of Deadzone, USA, yeah, there’s plenty to be afraid of for anyone looking for deodorized, straight-laced Rock tunes and G-rated language.  Here’s the reissue of their 1994 debut album plus three laugh out loud bonus cuts for those of the perverse variety; But for the balls out bruisers that’d rather take the bullet than, “punch in,” as they say, what we’re in for is full throttle and heavy exhaust aimed dead in the face that serves up a new low in listening pleasure with the likes of “Death Noose,” “Fuck You Die,” and “Freaky Deaky” that’s equal parts Antiseen, Rancid Vat, and Skynyrds innards.  

Barrel-chested and more bearable than your average mic stand in the gut, “Livin’ On The Run,” “The Way It Is,” and “All American Boys” give further rise to the idea of finger raising nut busting anthems worthy of even the finest backwater shed.