Amazon.comPlayed on battered pawnshop instruments by a trio that would clearly benefit from the calming effects of a steady and generous supply of Ritalin, the Coachwhips' songs are at once disorienting and dynamic. The San Francisco group built their tremendous live reputation in their hometown by performing while immersed in the middle of the crowd, and they bring that kinetic, chaotic energy to Get Yer Body Next Ta Mine. It's not exactly garage rock. Rather, it's an infectious hybrid of distorted blues riffs, punk attitude, and ravenous dance grooves. Song titles like "I Put It In, Way Down South" and "UFO, Please Take Her Home" tell a big part of the story. Somewhere the late bluesman John Lee Hooker must be smiling. --Aidin Vaziri