Customer Reviews

Plastic Seat Sweat

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I challenge anyone to put a SCOTS CD in their player and NOT have a good time.....can't be done. Rick Miller absolutely rocks on geetar...Mary Huff sounds as good as she looks and thats reeeeel goooood.

... and I am one of those people: I am southern, I am educated, and I can appreciate the irony and humor (and culture!) that makes this album a real gem. However, even if you match that description, this album may not be for you. The musicians' talents are unquestionably solid. The lyrics are well constructed, and inventive. The sound of the album itself is rich and clear and loud. Their hillbilly rock sound is all at once real, energetic and VERY kitch, and yet can stand apart from the irony to be judged strictly on the merits of the music. I can't say enough good things about this particular album, but I can certainly understand why it wouldn't be for everyone. Those whose tastes run toward either the Top 40 set, or those whose tastes have become so cultured as to not appreciate a good chaotic riot every once in a while, I strongly suggest saving your money.

While traveling thru the wilds of the Southwest (Plenty of country funk to go around) I found myself drifting into a road slumber -- that is until I took a hit of SCOTS. The little woman and me was flyin' with strains of "Banana Pudding" emulatin' outta the winders of the ol' mini-van. A Rockin' good time was had by all (including the cows we passed on the way!) SCOTS, when you gonna be passing Corpus Christi way?

I had become cautious of Amazon's reccommendations after buying several duds. I finally gave in on SCOTS and I am totally blown away. I found the songs refreshing and a complete change from the other ... that is out there on the market. Shotgun and Strangest Ways immediately caught my attenetion.

Plastic Seat Sweat is one of the greatest albums of 1997. Southern Culture on the Skids refuses to grow up and thats the way we like em. This album has it all; the quirky lyrics, funky back beats and scathing instrumentals. Its a twang-asm!! You owe it to yourself to feel Plastic Seat Sweat. Open your mind and cross your legs!!!

This cd is worth having for the same reason all SCOTS cd's are worth having; it's just plain fun! Be sure you check out the "hidden" track following Carve That Possum (Plastic Seat Sweat). If at all possible, see SCOTS live. You won't regret it.

Each song is unique and equally catchy. I disagree with the earlier review that felt "House of Bamboo" was out of place. Each song on this album is different and Bamboo is just another example of this. I heard the CD while searching through the used CD section in a MINNESOTA store. I went to the counter and told them to take it out of the player because I was taking it home. I'm as far north as it gets in the lower 48 and I am now a Southern Culture addict!

I thought Dirt Track Date was the most innovative, exciting cd I'd heard until Plastic Seat Sweat. The coolest thing about these guys is that they play their music their way and they ROCK! I challenge you to listen and try to put this band into a category. What kind of music does SCOTS play? SCOTS!

An excellent follow-up to Dirt Track Date. There are songs on this CD that whirl in my head for days--but I don't mind! Mary (the bassist) has a few more opportunities to shine as a vocalist on this one. Very, very, good album.

SCOTS is a great band; sort of the red-headed mutant stepchild of the B-52's, Jason and the Scorchers, and some surf guitar bands. Their carry their shtick through the roof (including lobbing fried chicken out to the audience during live gigs), and it carries well on this CD.

My favorite tracks are "Shotgun" (great riffs), "Earthmover" (love the harmony), "Banana Puddin'" (catchy as hell), "Love-A-Rama" (over the top; if it won't make you want to dance, nuthin' will).

It's a fun, catchy album. I think "House of Bamboo" doesn't quite fit with the rest of the songs, but what can you do? This is a good party album.