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On their debut studio album, Stunts, Baltimore’s HOLLYWOOD have balanced the blown out sound of their first singles with twelve newly spit-shined punk rock ‘n’ roll tunes. After former guitarist CHRISTIAN DEATH moved across the country to start THE MEAN JEANS, the former trio expanded into a five piece. Over budget and plagued by delays, Stunts took after it’s namesake, producing minor injuries, and calling in trained professionals. Stunts perspective listener is advised to proceed with safety goggles and flame retardant pantaloons: “(Scary) Cemetery” opens the album in the key of demonic blues punk dirge, complete with fuzzy strings, exploding reverb, and a boogie-woogie-man, chorus. “Fire & Grits” is one-half hillbilly and one-half punk, in the spirit of The Cramps, with added cowbell and a breakdown inspired from Juicy Jay’s “Fiyayaya Weed.” “Doctors Note” deploys a glam-rock-waltz set to the tune of a day in bed after a night of cough syrup, while “Toe-to-Toe” momentary gets you back on your feet with a cave stomp ode to fighting and fornication; buzzsaw guitars? Check. Hippy percussion? Check. Songs about cleavage put to Macgyver-esque ends on “Treasure Chest,” an angry eunuch on “Hater (by Nature),” and a Nazi film industry on “Sieg Hollywood” keep their tongues planted firmly in cheek, but are captured here with the primal ardor that hold tur to the bands wildly uhhinged live act.