Nekromantix channels rockabilly rage at the Record Bar

What comes first on a list of awesome things about Nekromantix? Is it that the band’s frontman slaps a bass that’s shaped like a coffin (complete with a tiny cross on top)? Is it the hot-as-hell female drummer with flaming-red Bettie Page hair? Or is it the fact that Nekromantix’s double-bass-drum punk fired up the first mosh pit last night that I’d ever seen on the Record Bar’s floor?

Hell, it’s probably all three – and I haven’t even gotten to the band’s sound yet.