The CD slides into the slot and the stereo displays "Loading"....suddenly Track 1, Vampire Rocker, rips out of the speakers as if some demonic sect had summoned something which Buffy will have to deal with once it's blazed a trail of carnage through the nighttime streets of Toronto.

Once the guys have you firmly by the throat, the release their grip a little with the second track. The whole CD, in fact, makes you sit up and take notice, with each rich, pounding rhythm, they crescendo they way through to, what is in my opinion, their magnum opus The Cramps' Cornfed Dames.

They could've ended there but, no. Just when you're full and can't eat another thing, along comes that waiter with the offering of the wafer-thin mint. In this case it's bass-slapper Mack singing lead on Dime a Dozen....oh well, I guess I can manage one little chocolate-covered mint.