Those still crowing that rock’n’roll is dead clearly haven’t heard this righteous London band who play frantic Jerry Lee Lewis-style piano stomp with the leering menace of late-’60s proto-punkers. Like a hellspawn hybrid of Nick Cave and Jon Spencer, the strutting, testifying, preening, hectoring Jones leads a quintet of garage lifers stinking of Vitalis and sweat through 11 turbulent originals (“Big Len” and “Elemental” chief among them). By exhuming and reanimating the past, they’ve made a forward-thinking masterpiece.
