From the moment they started 15 years ago, Mean Jeans have been creating their own slime punk fantasy world. Study their six previous album covers and you'll find junkyards full of bongs and yo-yos, macaroni galaxies, Jgermeister spaceships, alien saxophonists and pink slugs in bondage dripping ooze. On their newest full-length album Blasted, the goofball trio have clearly been through wild years and seen some shit-on the cover, the three members peer out of toxic waste bins, no longer cartoons of themselves but instead incredulous country-fried maniacs who are still following a slime punk dream, and dealing with where its led them. Which isn't to say the Jeans are jaded. In fact, the band seem to be having as much fun as ever on this record, ripping through these 15 rapid fire ear worms without coming up for air. They seem equally focused on tight catchy songwriting and packing in Easter eggs and absurd lyrical references. This record is a frantic and frenetic joyride. This energy was no doubt enhanced by the fact the band recorded Blasted all by themselves. At their own behest, the trio were left entirely to their own devices, putting themselves through their own physical paces by trying to be in two places - the control room and the recording room - at once. As singer/guitarist Billy Jeans puts it, "It's idiotic, but when it's just the three of us fucking around, the vibe is there." For fans of: The Spits, Teenage Bottlerocket, Ramones, Jay Reatard.