I'm sure the Jacuzzi Boys would love to be mentioned in the same breath as the Ramones, they'd be happy just to sniff the Converses that Joey wore. But that's impossible because the Jacuzzi Boys are from Miami, not New York City. Growing up in the grimy borough of Queens in that rat-trap city of New York left a permanent sneer on The Ramones faces. NYC drove them to implore the people to "beat on the brat with a baseball bat". You can't be that kind of angry in Miami. Sorry, but you just don't have that kind of edge on the edge of the Everglades. And that's not a bad thing. You live in a beautiful area with beautiful water fringed by beautiful beaches full of beautiful people. You can play your garage rock with a no edge South Florida punk attitude and you'll still have a quality of life, probably live to a ripe, old posh retirement home on a golf course age, and get to look back on your former selves, the good-looking trio of nice boys who wrote some catchy tunes.
Buy this record if you own a hammock and your drink umbrellas come etched with Anarchy signs.
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