Them Damned young livers

Replete with preacher speak, Let the Sin Begin, from local rockers Them Damned Young Livers, is a Pabst-and-ditchweed-scented piece of urban honky-tonk. Frontman Jody Hendrix delivers greasy hellfire and shitstorms that turn the Livers’ songs about stabbing girlfriends, popping pills and drinking at Davey’s Uptown into present-day, working-class narratives. Swinging between the cautionary “Stranger Danger” (With love and murder on his mind/He’d leave two secret lovers behind) and the rockabilly anthem “Can’t Ramble,” fit for KC’s service professionals (He said you smell like booze and you smell like weed and your work’s just too damn slow/Now I cannot get hired damn anywhere), the four-piece spins popified guitar riffs, punk-rock bass and Hendrix’s charismatic sleaze into greaser gold. Think Captain Beefheart putting the Dick in Dixie