Vinyl LP pressing. The spasmodic, bluesy 3rd Degree Moon Burns surges so hard, the needle jumps out of the grooves. These undead rockers have honed their murderous rumpus into a mania that is impossible to ignore. Imagine the Cramps wrestling Doo Rag in an electric-fence cage-match at the tail-end of a month-long crystal meth binge. Ghastly and urgent, Death Hymn Number 9 sizzles with power while never abandoning their ghoulish garage roots, delivering a din so pure rock 'n' roll, it's dangerous. A no-hold's-barred, tumbling mania bubbling into a perfect cacophony, 3rd Degree Moon Burn has a biting sound that is refreshingly frightening and original.