The Spectres stomp to a primitive beat, but they're no retro-minded nostalgia act. Their kill-for-thrills classic '55 chassis is powered by a fire-breathing punk & roll engine, and injected with a macabre sense of humor. No frills, no gimmicks, just revved-up, stripped-down devil music. "The Spectres shot us a copy of this album along with a note that read: "In case you're tired of all that damn Goth-Metal!" Since then, Blood Sweat & Nitro hasn't left my CD player, goddamn that damn Goth-Metal! From the chunky big guitar riff of Hell-Bent, this disc blast out with a psychobilly cyclone of dusty campfire yarns about long days at the dragstrip and longer nights at the graveyard. Whiskey raunchy and refried, these ditties are also flavored by the occasional trumpet and acoustic guitar for a broader taste of the weird wild west. Maybe that's why Blood Sweat & Nitro stuck on me in a way that Rubber Room Rock didn't, despite the Seattle-based trio's ongoing devotion to three very good things, namely, hot rods, fire water and funeral parlors. This album is a mortuary of cool hits, but I found cold love on '57 Deathtrip, Voodoo Doll, Neck Romantic, Bloodsuckin' Cowboy and a killer closer called Just Enough Rope. Drop in at www.thespectres.com, sign yourself up with the psychobilly ring and do the hangman's swing, baby ***** (out of 5) - Rue Morgue "Everyone knows that Seattle, WA is a progressive metropolis made popular by Tom Hanks' insomnia and flannel clad alterna-hippies who challenged contemporary hygienic standards to found a soon forgotten musical legacy. But, what the Greater Seattle Board of Tourism won't hip you to is an indigenous pack of mannerless low-lifes who have been an unwelcome mainstay in the Pacific Northwest's club circuit for years, The Spectres. Much to the collective dismay of their self-righteous neighbors, Jesse, Austin and J.R. have followed up their debut, Rubber Room Rock, with their latest contribution to the American psychobilly effort, Blood Sweat & Nitro. Serving up The Spectres' own brand of motivated psycho-camp colored by a genuine western sensibility, BS&N is a diverse tribute to all things greasy. This album offers up some requisite full-on wreckers like "Hell-Bent", "Mad Machine", and "Did It For Elvis" (a personal favorite), but a couple of traditional cowboy ballads (one with a decidedly non-traditional spin - "Bloodsuckin' Cowboy"), a dreamy Latin creeper ("Voodoo Doll") and a hillbilly stomper inspired by Steven King's "The Shining" ("Daddy's Goin' Crazy") are the real stand-outs. In addition, the title track gives the boys a chance to showcase their individual talents in a way that only an instrumental track can. With a more solid presentation of lyrical skill and structure than Rubber Room Rock, BS&N is evidence that this act is no flash in the pan. Buckle up y'all, 'cause The Spectres aim to take you on a '57 death trip fueled by Blood, Sweat & Nitro!" - Rock n' Roll Purgatory ". . . enough fire, brimstone and pure adrenaline to resurrect a dead man." - BackFire "It's gritty, grease-slicked devil's music; barbaric bare-bones rock 'n' roll at it's most intense, exciting, and exuberant!" - The Grindstone