(Saustex) The Grannies, if promo photos are to be believed, dress in granny drag and old people face masks. The Hickoids wear dude’s clothes and years of hard living have made such masks unnccesary. But fashion choices aside, both bands share a devotion to punk rock trash that crusties squatting in Oscar the Grouch’s can could only hope to attain. The Grannies deliver some nastiness with a sharp, yet rusty, edge, including a Nervous Eaters cover. The Hickoids deliver the same menu, but with the waiter talking with a twang, and salsa slathered over everything. This was a limited tour LP, but if you can get it, you’ll dig it. The Hickoids follow-up full length continues with their signature haggard, happening Texas garage country punk blues. This is grown man drinking music where something you shouldn’t do as a grown man might just break out after the drinkin’, listenin’ and whatever comes next. If this was the bar band in my corner saloon I can’t imagine what my liver and eardrums would look like!