How much do I love the Supersuckers? When I was stationed in Arizona I once drove 70 miles to Tucson just to get a picture of me standing on the front lawn of Santa Rita High. I saw these guys first in 1992 opening for L7 (oh, the humanity), and bought Smoke of Hell the next day, and wondered what could possibly top THAT. Then I got Los Manos Cornuda and said Holy Horned Hands, what could POSSIBLY be better than THAT!?! THEN Sacrilicious Sounds came out and just hearing "Born With A Tail" ONCE had me vibrating on a nirvanic plateau, a cresting and falling euphoric waveform which seemingly had no end (even if "19 Most Powerful Woman In Rock" put some turbulence into the approach pattern) and obviously, thought I, there can be no top for that. (...) I mean, I just don't know where to start... Okay, the title track, number one on the disc with a bullet to your brain, lays out the lay of the record's land in insidious Sucker style, and Oh my soul it's had a hold on me since play one. (...) And fret not, friends-- there is no "filler" on this album. None, nada, zippo. This is All-American Grade-A red meat ROCK with the blood from each cut oozing all over the plate. "My Kickass Life" cuts loose swingin' with all the gusto a loud-mouthed crackhead in an awesome rock combo like Spaghetti should. "Going Back To Tucson" is the tale of all those roadtrip moments where you're goin' home and something's gnawing at you, you're mulling over the shoulda-beens and near regrets you ever had back in the day as the landscape speeds by and the hot sun glares, only to finally say (forget about it) and crank up the radio. It also refocuses the enigma spotlight on Eddie-- what happened in his dark past that made the band leave Arizona for Seattle, and is it related to the tragedy of "Marie" from Sacrilicious Sounds of the Supersuckers? I wanna know! "Fisticuffs", "Dead Meat" and "Gone Gambling" comprise the unholiest tripych ever torn from the pages of White Trash Living Magazine; if "Doublewide" were on this record you'd have a (...) grand slam. Eddie and the boys are (as always) the cocksure, arrogant, swaggering, self-loathing juvenile delinquent Masters of their own destinies we all aspire to quit our day jobs and be, and funny as all Hell to boot. Pick this (...) up today, hoist your horned hand high and ROCK OUT!