Spider Bags are the kind of stripped down good time rural garage rock that makes you wanna take your uncle's '78 T-Top Thunderbird out for a cruise, bury the needle and see how the engine opens up onto a long stretch of two-lane. No shirt. No plates. No brakes. You can almost smell the cigarette butts, spilled cans of warm beer and B.O through the sloshy, reverbed but well crafted guitar riffs and Dan McGee's guttural whiskey-soaked vocals. If any band can bring back the 8-track tape cartridge, it's these guys.