But alas, the Crypt brain trust is giving it one more try. Have they retained that impeccable bad taste? The answer -- in the form of this two-gal/one-guy New York City group -- is a decided Yup! The Little Killers' debut is a roughshod runover of Johnny Thunders' slash 'n' burp power-pop hooks clawing to get out, and a gravelly piped goon who's tired of cheatin' dames -- mainly 'cause he's losing sleep from bedding down with them. Speaking of cheating dames, the one on drums has little interest in impressing, opting instead for bashing harder right after a slipped stick. Though they're less cracked in the warped humor department than most of the Crypt stable, who can make out lyrics in a club show anyway?
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