KOFFIN KATS

With a few notable exceptions—the grisly murder tale “A Terrible Way” and apocalyptic rager “The Devil Asked” among them—the Koffin Kats spend much of their sixth album singing about boozing and touring. If the songs are autobiographical, the Detroit psychobilly trio hasn’t let its lifestyle become a hindrance. The production is pomade-slick, and the playing is tighter than sopping-wet Levis—even when singer and upright bassist Vic Victor is seemingly bloodying his slapping hand to keep pace with the Clydesdale drumming. Our Way is for big rooms and broad audiences; were this sort of Fonzie-style thrashing more marketable, the Kats might do for ’10s rockabilly what Green Day did for ’90s punk.