Opening salvo! Album kicks off with a pumping little ditty inspired by The Boppers fixation with '50s/'60s Texas Rock and Roll. This one's equal parts Buddy Holly and Bobby Fuller with a touch of jangly atmospherics.

In similar vein to Rolling..., this one's a menacing, growling, early '60s-inspired instrumental number

Getting a touch funky here. Bit of Steve Cropper/Booker T groove thrown in with a smidgeon of London Calling-era Clash

An atmospheric jangler that doesn't seem to exhibit any particular influence. Makes for a nice moody break though

Another interlude in a similar vein to Emergency Brake

Ballsy, collar-grabber inspired by Steve Cropper Memphis soul guitar. One of the tightest jams on the album, oozing punch and vitality

Dark and sludgy garage rocker. You wouldn't want to meet this girl gang in a dark alley on a Saturday night

Space rock! This one has more in common with the likes of Spacemen 3 than old time Rock and Roll stuff. A throbbing, mind-massager with a narcotic drone for y'all shoegazers out there

One of the dirtiest and crudest vintage garage blasts ever commited to miserable compressed bit rate files. This shoulda been pressed on a styrene 45 and blasted out of apartment windows all Summer long on a cheap record player.

It's Link Wray time. Or to put it another way, had The Rayman used a hollow body instead of a Supro, he might have sounded something like this. A ferocious prowler.

The Boppers finest hour! Here's a real sweet, contemplative country-folk instro. Highlight of the album, fer sure.

And to end it all, a rural Rockabilly pounder played on a '57 Gretsch Clipper. You really gotta hand it to those workers at the original Gretsch factory in Brooklyn. Legend has it that many on the night shift back in the '50s were junkies. If said legend is correct, the world sorely needs more of what them cats wuz snortin'.