The Buttertones’ Gravedigging is more a movie waiting to
happen than an album—or a soundtrack just waiting to inspire a
movie, with scene after scene of action, tension and release set
to a sound that takes everything good and true about American
music before the Beatles prettied it up (surf, sweet soul, the boss
saxophone-overdrive garage of the Northwest wailers like the
Sonics) and matches it to punk energy, post-punk precision and
the kind of personality that blows the circuit-breakers at a
backyard party.