The Peters make punk rock like it was invented right here in Vestal. These self effacing East Tennesseans' Sex Pistols-caliber anti-reverence is Kissed with a Rush of Zeppelin and dresses out in Skynard strums that rarely sound dated or Hazzard-ish. Their cassette Don't Make Me Get Up is a winner. It captures the friendly mosh din of their live show. "Walkin the Dawg" is obviously derived from Rufus Thomas' hit with some dirty guitar pickin' and hiccupping yodel and finger in the cheek pops that move it irretrievably from Memphis to the Appalachian slopes. The Peters are the only Knoxville band I know of that birthed a dance/song (like "The Mashed Potato"). Even though most of the songs reference a drunk/stoned party atmosphere, the tempo often races along on stimulants. "Lifesa" races like an early Buzzcocks single along a course of self destruction (at least destruction of consciousness: "When yer thinkin' don't stop drinkin'"). "The Butt Wallow" is a zany romp that'll have you bumping moons with yer drinkin' buddies. The tape ends with a really short gospel number, "Somebody Touched Me." The Peters' "God Save the Queen" is "Rocky Top," ("Rappy Top" on the cassette, "It Only Hurts When I Exist") and I've never relished being swept up in a mob as much as joining these guys in kicking that song while it's down

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