Rocket To Memphis' debut album is a wild, high-energy blast of swampabilly delivered with bags of attitude by the charismatic Betty Bombshell and her hard-rockin' band. From start to finish, Hip Shakin' Voodoo is packed with infectious originals, driving rhythms and enough voodoo-flavoured rock 'n' roll to shake the dust off any jukebox.
The eye-catching Vince Ray artwork is the perfect introduction to an album that's every bit as colourful and exciting as its cover suggests. If you like your rockabilly with a little grit, plenty of swagger and a healthy dose of swampyrock 'n' roll, this is a thoroughly entertaining debut.
Review from Sleazegrinder: Showing there's power enough in many an old swamp to suck you down into come this quaking quartet from Perth, Australia. Pleasingly forgoing the apparently too easy to resist temptation of glib Stray Cats or Cramps going-overs or clattering through the already too cluttered closets of psychobilly while dressed in Lucky 13 clobber and sporting spider tattoos, Betty Bombhell and her rocketeers Death Rattle Dave, Razor Jack and Voodoo Viv tread an altogether more seductive path to lure you into their uncertain but marvelously murky depths of lizard slink. For starters they actually do creak out Creole mambas and tiki twirls, with Bettys deceptively demure vocals and Jacks crooked knee angular guitar suggestive of Marc Ribots work with Tom Waits on Rain Dogs helping them to stand out further by several strides, and when they both come to a head they increase the already impossibly sexy She's My Witch and No Kissin' At The Hop to near ridiculously chilling stakes of enticing wildness somewhere within. A sultry shimmery sway through fog-laden nights and sinister death-glam discos that stand as eerily inviting detours from the overflowing drive-ins of run of the mill rockabilly of little or no regard. (Stu Gibson)
