Thick cigarette smoke hangs in the air, in his hand a beer, the neighbor stinks of sweat, and the audience looks as 1991. Then it gets dark and the stage comes the best Sleaze rock band that ever existed. Singer 'Spice' says before first song beating "We are the Quireboys and this is rock 'N roll "That's all there on this disc really can not say. Songs like" Hey you "," 7 o'clock "or to kneel horny ballad "I Do not Love You Anymore" are now times Rock'n roll Numbers for eternity. Only the fade between the each song annoying. Anons a disc when I get the latest after three minutes time for a beer.