Unlike the other tired poseurs on this recording, Atomic Fireballs elevate the album from the depths of embarassment. Singer John Bunkley's demonic Armstrong-cum-Waits voice could call Dr. Faustus from the depths of hell and back to the bar again for another shot of whiskey. The band has incredible energy, are talented songwriters, and are really the prime movers and shakers that make this album tolerable. The remainder is fluff material.