Where I went to high school in Ohio, the stoner metal hicks were so fucking stupid and militarized, they even hated Guns N Roses for that whole first year. Boys in blue eyeshadow was like a crime against the NFL and patriotism, and the Brats gave courage to other dangerous weirdos and dropout rebels who did not fit obediently into programmed boxes. For years, their debut cassette was in all my scuzzy friends' bedside shoeboxes of best loved cassettes, ya know? 

A Trash Brats live show was a big event - a little bit like the Sweet, a little bit like the Heartbreakers. Kid Rock's audience hated them. I, personally, had a lot of memorable good times at Trash Brats shows and resonated deeply with their trashy romantic streetlamp anthems. They have a fanatical cult following, so the 30th anniversary of the self-titled Trash Brats debut for the first time on vinyl has already sold out of bubblegum pink,  but if you love glitter, glam, power-pop, street punk and sleaze, you'll obviously be needing this important platter in one of its other variants. Buy it here.