Spewing up demented rockabilly songs in the vein of the Cramps and Eddie Cochran, the St. Louis band wastes no time with wholesome traditional teenage love songs, but prefer to rave about the unsavory side effects of romance, or the excitement of losing your mind, or perhaps just your morals.
Vocalist Miss Molly Simms brews up a terrifying and outrageously melodic holler, and conjures up guttural roars straight out of the Glenn Danzig catalog. While she is also capable of a slight melancholy in such songs as "Lovesick and Blind," a sweet and cooing vocalist she is not.
Simms is, without question, the focal point of Bible Belt Sinners, but behind her is one solid and spooky band, one that might give Bill Haley's Comets a collective noogie, or wet-willy. The able band fills the spaces behind Simms bellow with quasi-Carl Perkins riffs, boom-tap-boom-tap drums and an upright bass line that is relentless in its fret board meanderings.
So go right ahead and cuff your Levi's and pop your collar; grab your partner and get ready to dance, "Blackboard Jungle" style, to the Bible Belt Sinners.