As grimy as a truck-stop restroom, Atlanta's Black Lips want to be the
Pabst-swilling heirs to the Troggs. Already notorious for shows that can
apparently involve nudity, fireworks, and chickens (chickens!), these
guys might not be as dim as they let on. Take Good Bad Not Evil's ''O Katrina!'' which kicks
off like any lovesick Nuggets stomp, then drops the line ''I can't
believe what's on the TV screen.'' We're not hearing about a jilted girl
anymore, but a jilted city. And before that can sink in, another
wonderfully scuzzy guitar solo is on its way. A-
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