With the gleeful, overwhelming fury of a runaway train, Rocket From The Crypt's second major-label album, SCREAM, DRACULA, SCREAM!, proves there is still some fight left in guitar-rock's supposedly decomposing body, that three chords and a furious pace can still be a road-map to some twisted version of salvation, and that, regardless of what even the album's liner notes tell you, punk rock is not dead. Spurred on by a two-man horn section that seemingly learned to play by listening to STICKY FINGERS-era Stones, RFTC embrace rock's leather-clad traditions--from Eddie Cochran to The Ramones--with a rambunctious, all-or-nothin' attitude. So, of course the songs are anthemic, with very-rock-and-roll lyrics that both the young and the young-at-heart can shout in rebellion--the priceless chorus of "Born In '69" goes: "I want it/I need it/I steal it/ALL RIGHT!!!" But the songs never descend into watered-down formulas. That's because RFTC also have a grasp of where the noise they're harnessing comes from. Touches of Spectorian production, lyrical and musical allusions to The Stooges, and a JB-like tightness o' groove all litter SCREAM, DRACULA, SCREAM!'s landscape--turning what seems to be so simple into much, much more.

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