Stitched up with a rogues gallery of vintage movie samples -- some of the best concerning their hometown of Detroit -- the Ruiners' Postapocalipstick World hurtles through the hair-brained, the heavy, and the just plain hot with equal fury and plenty of pluck. "I just faked my death," Rick Ruiner whines over "Gun Time"'s crypt rock beat. "Don't expect me to fake yours, too." Suggesting Perry Farrell with a gaping throat wound or maybe Robert Plant as '50s monster-movie scientist, the man's vocals are a careening mixture of unique and annoying. "Jaws of Life" and "Beg" are two more album highlights -- both fall into a freshly-dug grave in a no-man's land between power pop and psychobilly. Screeching organs and greasy guitars rumble as Ruiner professes his desire to "face down in your arms tonight." But that's not all. He needs a girl who'll take a bullet for him, too, and his "Ruinettes" are right there to support his habit with a host of "Hey!"'s and "Woah!"'s. As well-chosen as they are, the Ruiners tend to rely a little too much on the movie samples' ambience here. Cuts like "Please, Don't Puke in My Car" and "Blood Sucking Lawyers" are good for a laugh (the latter is quite the rave-up, too). But they seem like filler in between samples, the best probably being the classic Kentucky Fried Movie punishment, "Take him to Detroit." Postapocalipstick World showcases plenty of what the Ruiners do best. But just like Black Death vodka, the band's lovably morbid shtick is an acquired taste.
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AllMusic Review by Johnny Loftus