Almost three decades since their last album, with only full-throated Dinah Cancer remaining from old days but with ex-Adolescent Frank Agnew's guitar riding so much surf you won't complain, L.A.'s Munsters-rock inventors shtick out the jams: 10 swinging goth'n'roll toons, schooled in the third X LP, first Beasties LP, cowpunk, disco-funk, witch-metal, Fred Schneider and sweet transvestites from Transylvania. A lovely instrumental sleepwalk lures you into a kinky road-race with a triumphant trumpet; numerology and demons figure in. But it might sound even funner at the beach than on Halloween.