Sometimes a simple rock and roll record is the hardest record to review.


For the better parts of the 90s, the Supersuckers have brought their
version of fast, frenzied rock n roll to the masses. In the last couple
years, we've seen bands like Nashville Pussy and REO Speedealer attempt to
take the crown away from them. With "The Evil Powers of Rock N Roll," the
Supersuckers take back what is rightfully theirs -- the throne reserved for
the kings of rock and roll.


For the uninitiated, the Supersuckers play the brand of rock n roll you
would expect to hear at that bar you never go to because many of the
patrons are adorned with mullets. While you may rightly question the
musical taste of anyone who thinks mullets and stone-washed jeans are cool,
you'd be doing yourself a disservice if you didn't check out the Supersuckers.


The best comparison I can think to make is that the Supersuckers are the
aural equivalent of being in an 80s movie barfight scene. The drums crash
like bottles broken over your head. Guitars whirl like pool cues swung in
the air. The vocals sound like the one badass motherfucker who decides it
is his job to take on everyone else in the bar. And the lyrics read like
the life story of the guy passed out in the bathroom from his diet of
hedonism.


Simply put, the Supersuckers are what rock n roll is all about, and the
Evil Powers of Rock N Roll will have you down on the ground praying to
whatever deity infused the Supersuckers with the inhuman power to rock your
ass.