On the bruising evidence of this album - the energy of British pub-rock in a noisy collision with bluesy Chicago-soaked rock 'n' soul - you'd probably crawl across broken booze bottles to see them live.
This, the third album by this re-formed (but not reformed) band from Boston, finds classic
rock and soul shouter Whitfield in roaring form in front of the band helmed by guitarist/producer Peter Greenberg, and a no-holds barred slash of twanging rockabilly, blasting sax and obscure stompers alongside originals in the style.
Imagine Chicago's punk-soul band Dirtbombs shoving Otis Redding soul, a rhythm and blues review and Dr Feelgood into a steroid milkshake and you're about halfway to getting the excitement they deliver.
No, it's not reinventing a genre or bringing anything especially new, but by the end of this reductively enjoyable 12 song/36-minute album, which was recorded in a day, you probably won't have remembered a single song.
But they will all have felt so familiar you'll leap to repeat-play. As Little Richard said, it ain't what you do it's the way how you do it. And these guys do it. Loud and fast.
