I want you to close your eyes. No, wait -- read this paragraph first, and then close your eyes. Okay, now imagine a cross between the Georgia Satellites and the B-52's, with just a little ol' pinch of Dick Dale. Savor that thought. Let it roll across your tongue, like a fine Chateau Schaefer (that's shah-fee-AY to you, Yankee). In fact, it might not hurt to fortify yourself with a few cans of America's Oldest Beer before you listen to Dirt Track Date.

This is a damn fine record, and I'm not just saying that because Mark Williams, who co-produced with the band, gives really great backrubs. It's not a record that jumps right out at you (unless you're a homesick southerner on your third beer), but it's a good solid effort by a band who are obviously at their best live, in the kind of bar where they serve two kinds of beer: Bud in cans and Bud in bottles.

"Dirt Track Date", the last track on the CD, is one of the strongest; in fact, maybe you should just listen to the whole thing backward. If I had to pick a favorite song off this record, "Camel Walk" would have to be it, if only because it begins with the line, "Baby, will you eat that there snack cracker in your special outfit for me, please?" "White Trash" also gets under my skin, kind of like those roaches in that episode of the X-files where the kid rips all the skin off his arms, only better. This is the music Joe Bob Briggs listens to while he writes movie reviews, I just know it.