What’s not to like? Killer pairing of veteran US bands and a dead heat for which side wins. Who cares, spin ’em both. “Flying…” is as catchy as a cold sore and reeks of cigars and cheap whisky. The challenge is not to like it. Submit and sing along. LA’s The Hangmen are like a latter-day Gun Club, maybe not as dark and a lot more snotty. “Never Go Home” is a sneering, Stoogeattack, snarly twangy guitars and an uncompromising bottom end. Great disc. The equal of two evils.