A part of me wants to dislike Teenage and Torture, mostly because it sounds exactly how I thought it would. That band name, that album title, that album cover. This isn’t polka, let’s put it that way. This is dirrrty rock ‘n roll made for dank basements with shitty acoustics and a buttload of outlets sung by a chick as scuzzy, devilish and horny as the basslines. One track in, she’s the voice of a milieu of Internet prostitutes; six and she’s fucking the guy who’s fucking your wife. Teenage and Torture mines the same territory of blooze rock that has served many bands well, but Shilpa Ray & Her Happy Hookers go so hard all over this thing that it’s hard not to put them in a profane class of their own. Ray is hell bent on causing a ruckus, and, based on track names like “Dames a Dime a Dozen” and “Stick It to the Woman,” she doesn’t care what team she bats on to do it. A lot of rock records this year got a lot of mileage out of expanding upon the minutia of life’s mundane, but Teenage and Torture is sprawling and shallow and damn proud of it. I’d say for you to put that in your pipe and smoke it, but it would probably be more effective if SR & HHH did it for me.