The Peters make punk rock like it was invented right
here in Vestal. These self effacing East Tennesseans' Sex
Pistols-caliber anti-reverence is Kissed with a Rush of Zeppelin and
dresses out in Skynard strums that rarely sound dated or Hazzard-ish.
Their cassette Don't Make Me Get Up is a winner. It captures the
friendly mosh din of their live show. "Walkin the Dawg" is obviously
derived from Rufus Thomas' hit with some dirty guitar pickin' and
hiccupping yodel and finger in the cheek pops that move it
irretrievably from Memphis to the Appalachian slopes. The Peters are
the only Knoxville band I know of that birthed a dance/song (like
"The Mashed Potato"). Even though most of the songs reference a
drunk/stoned party atmosphere, the tempo often races along on
stimulants. "Lifesa" races like an early Buzzcocks single along a
course of self destruction (at least destruction of c...