Dead Rider are up and rolling again, and Crew Licks is the latest job. After the thousand days and nights since Chills on Glass, they're ready to get into their Rolling Stones suit and thank you for letting them be themselves again; to extrude rude grooves, shattered r'n'b and/or hip hop and mother's blues in a priapic triad, tripped-out and overlaid, shedding the old fresh in search of new flesh; a gateway they've been dreaming of building in their minds. If you're lacking for rhythm and imagination in your everyday nine-to-five, Dead Rider got the time for you.