TRACK LISTING 

01. Eye On You (With Holly Golightly)

02. Break It Up

03. I Know

04. Panic Scam

05. Made For You

06. Lipstick

07. You Gotta Move

08. Your Touch

09. Let's Get Busy

10. Dick On A Dog

11. Back In The State

12. When In Rome

13. Run Kid Run

 NOTES   
Date: June 2, 1998
Label: UNI/INTERSCOPE
Genre: ROCK
Category: Punk

Performers
Apollo 9 : Saxophone, Vibraslap, Vocals
Atom : Drums, Timbales
Jim Dickinson : Organ, Piano
Anton Fig : Conga
Mike Gent : Vocals
Holly Golightly : Vocals
JC 2000 : Organ, Percussion, Trumpet, Vocals
King Django : Trombone
Bill Liftin : Computers/Sound Tracks
N.D. : Guitar
Derek Sherinan : Organ, Piano
Petey X : Bass, Bass (Vocal)

 
Production Credits
Kevin Shirley : Engineer, Mixing, Producer
Jon Adkins
Max Bristol
Bryan Dilworth
Rick Froberg : Art Direction, Illustrations
Michael Halsband : Photography
Ted Jensen : Mastering
  Dustin Milsap
Rocket from the Crypt : Main Performer
Speedo : Leader
Brent Stickels
Miki Vukovich : Photography

 REVIEWS   

MTV Exclusive Review
Few bands can truly harness the spirit of rock'n'roll, in all its gleefully disreputable, high energy glory -- celebrating the glorious tradition of the giant guitar riff and the power chord, while declaring a big cosmic f@#$ you to all established conventions.
Rocket From the Crypt is one band that understands all that stuff perfectly.
This is their first record with an outside producer (Kevin Shirley. The result is a bigger, prettier version of their major label debut, Scream, Dracula, Scream.
"Eye on You" is a goofy, loose-limbed punker, the ghosts of Iggy Pop and the Fleshtones intruding on a more sinister guitar line. "Break It Up," on the other hand, hearkens back to classic power chords and syncopation, a surprisingly catchy ditty that could find its way onto the radio. It's Joan Jett's "I Love Rock n Roll" gone very, very wrong.
Rocket From the Crypt also rocks in a big, confident way; especially notable is N.D.'s Billy Zoom-ish guitar work on "Back in the State" and several other cuts.
In other words, this is a really fun and engaging disc. Besides, you gotta love guys who have a song titled "Dick on a Dog"...
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Amazon.com
This punk-influenced San Diego rave-up outfit regularly tosses glorious, sweaty, bar band-slamming rock Armageddon at its live audiences with chaotic rapture and alcohol-fueled showmanship. Getting it on record, on the other hand, has always been a beguiling challenge for John Reis, a.k.a. Speedo, and his motley band of musical miscreants. A major part of the fun in Rocket from the Crypt's music, however, as well as RFTC the album, has more to do with the insolence of the very attempt itself. On raucous numbers like "Break It Up," the band clearly flourishes, with the song's fiery, infectious groove and anthemic refrain skipping rocks over your speaker parts. The best way to gauge Rocket from the Crypt's album-to-album success? Let it rip in a room full of people and watch how popular you suddenly become. --Matthew Cooke

Spin
Rocket From the Crypt are big--bigger than life, bigger than Elvis, big in England... big and dumb and fast and fun like some kind of Arcadian ideal of rock ‘n' roll. They do the jerky-jerk; they c'mon and shake it up; they know what God made cowbells for.

What the Critics Say:
Fifth album from bequiffed San Diego punk-soul troupers. Live and overdub free unfortunately.After Kurt Cobain took grunge down with him, Rocket From The Crypt were momentarily deemed the Next Big American Thing. Their old-fashioned visual cool (matching quiffs and black tenpin-bowling shirts) married to a revivalist mash of rockabilly, Stax soul and punk throttle was thrilling enough, but the world didn't crave a more rabid Graham Parker & The Rumour, despite UK Top 20 slots for 1996's Scream Dracula Scream album and On A Rope single. As if they've recognised the spotlight has passed, RFTC goes back to basics, without a single whiff of daring, from the album and song titles (Eye On You, Break It Up, You Gotta Move) to the songs themselves. They still have contagious choruses down pat - When In Rome is especially hard to forget - and their energy levels would shame the Duracell bunny, which makes for a seriously swaggering, foot-stomping party album from a sextet who clearly don't care that they have nothing more to say. --Martin As