Anyone who gets in the sack with Mississippi hellcat Melissa Swingle must know that there's a good chance of waking up stinking of kerosene with the mattress on fire. She plays a crosscut saw, fer chrissake! Now that both Swingle's marriage and her twangy days with Trailer Bride are just bad memories, she's looking for trouble. From the snarling sound of Dark Snack, she found it with Vistalite drum whacker Laura King in the Moaners. The deranged duo hits like the Melissa Swingle Blues Explosion without the fancy riffs, macho posturing or irony. What you get is a roadhouse jukebox selection of menacingly downtuned slow-rockers about men who behave like terriers, slaking unquenchable thirsts and finding paradise by the roadside. Makes you wanna guzzle a quart of Sparks, get in your dad's Cutlass and carve some donuts in the neighbour's front lawn. Yeah, they done good.