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Heavens To Murgatroyd, Even! It's Thee Headcoats! (Already)

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Wild Billy Childish and his Headcoats bring a typhoon that will whirl through your body and soul, and before you know it, you'll be dancing the go-go in white knee boots and putting on the frosted eyeshadow your mother always warned you about.

From the first tune, "Man Trap," the blood will start pumping. Later on in, "I Don't Like the Man I Am" you'll be agreeing with him. In "Pokerhuntus Was Her Name", a soulful song done by Thee Headcoatees, the girls who live the Headcoats life, you'll see what Disney left out of the movie.

The short hip-shaking, body-twisting tunes become ingrained in your memory, cropping up at bizarre times. Shopping during the holiday season, try singing, "The Reindeer are Wild" at the mall-Santas and see if they won't join in. "Headcoat Man" should be an anthem of youth--all young men and women should want to be Headcoats!

Simply constructed tunes, insistant beats, and the roots of rock, rockabilly, and Billy himself bring music back to what it should be--a GOOD TIME!

This is the same album Billy Childish put out last month and will put out again next month. He's cobbled together about three "original" songs from riffs stolen from Link Wray, the Sonics, the Kinks and Bo Diddley. Then he's managed to alter them just enough to put out album after album of supposedly "new" material. And it seems every album sells better than the last. The music is good, simple rock'n'roll, but who does he think he's fooling? Get this if you must, but you'd be wiser to stick with his previous bands, the Milkshakes and Thee Mighty Caesars.