Hailing from Seattle, the four-piece have reissued their first two albums, Flat Tracker and Super Sound Racing and, you know what, they�re still hellish nasty. They�re a middle-finger fuck you to the modern generation of rock fans and bands. They sound like Motorhead and MC5 on a cocktail of drugs that would send even hardened druggies to their grave.

The fellas added finesse to their tuff �n� nasty formula, switching gears and securing shit-hot rock �n� roll rhythms and steadier guitar solos. Felchtone screams through 15 tracks cementing Zeke�s place in the heart of crazy sumnabitches everywhere.

A shotgun marriage of punks� get-up 'n' go sneer with rock 'n' roll�s down and dirty side, Zeke�s early material is the stuff of legend. The music is less songs than stripped down, juiced up blasts of adrenaline stuffed with drill-sergeant vocals, break-neck drumming, and blistering solos. There is no fluff and no margin for error, just relentless energy and maximum attitude. Like a giant middle finger in the face of fashion, Flat Tracker exhibits all the full-throttle, fast-n-furious rock action that is Zeke�s calling card.