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...The closest thing to a real fracas erupting happened at the front of the Underground Stage Friday night, with San Diego’s the Strikers whipping a contingent of slickly-coiffed meatheads into a slam-dancing frenzy. In short, the entire weekend was a blast from top to bottom...

I normally start my reviews by telling you who and what the artist in question is. With The Strikers I find this very hard. Well the who part is easy so here goes:

The Strikers are a 3 piece band from San Diego, California. They are Joey on Guitar and Vocals, Rob on upright bass and vocals and Donovan on drums. That was the easy bit, now I’m going to have to describe them and their music.

My Mother always said that the best way to perform a hard task is to break it into smaller, more manageable pieces, so here goes: Rob and Donovan are traditional Rockabilly/Psychobilly musicians. They look Rockabilly, they sound Rockabilly. Right, that was easy enough. Let’s turn to Joey….Joey doesn’t. Joey breaks all the Rockabilly rules. In fact, he takes the Rockabilly rule book, burns it, scatters the ashes on the ground, urinates on them and then laughs and points at them.

Remember when Lemmy from Motorhead teamed up with Danny B. Harvey and Slim Jim Phantom? Yeah, that’s it!!

It’s a marriage made in hell, but hey, sometimes it’s the turbulent marriages that work. Sometimes the screaming, abuse and friction make the most passionate and lasting relationships that work for years and years. What it boils down to is chemistry. The Strikers have more chemistry than a teacher in a tweed jacket with leatherette elbow pads, smoking a pipe.

I am here to tell you that it shouldn’t work, but it does. Joey’s metal vocals and thrashing guitar combined with Rob’s Rockabilly upright and Donovan’s Psychobilly bashing are nothing short of amazing. You’re left after each track shouting “Hell Yeah! That’s what I’m talkin’ about!!” or perhaps that was just me, as I did get quite a few strange looks at the stop light.

This is the kind of CD you want to play in your car with the volume turned right up, the windows down, as you pull into the parking lot of the venue you’re about to go and see a really hot Psychobilly/Punk/Metal/Rockabilly band at. Watch the heads turn. Please don’t do it in a Prius though, or the looks will be followed by howling laughter, as it was in my case. Hey!! I get 60 miles to the gallon, losers!!

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