(Total Punk/Jeth-Row) There’s a lot of things to love about New Orleans, outside of the regular tourist hooey. They worship M.O.T.O.; nutrias run the town like a rat dog mafia; there’s the Zulu gift shop. And every year there’s always some band you haven’t heard of before that’s so good you can’t believe they’re real. Be it Kajun S.S. or Buck Biloxi, it always gets the better the more you hear, so I can’t wait to feast on more of the murk punk of this band, which seems to make trash rock drenched in codeine syrup, infected with syphilis. Pulling a reverse Shangri-Las, they seem good-evil, which is not bad! This record will gloriously confound you.