The Detroit Cobras fill me with the urge to don go-go boots and start frugging. What with their namesake hometown, they'll probably be lumped into the neo-garage movement since they sound more like the White Stripes than Eminem. But that's a disservice. They do soul covers but make them their own, like an early 60's girl group but with backed with the rawness of rockabilly rather than Phil Spector Wall of Sound production. Their music has been stuck in my brain and therefore their albums Life, Love and Leaving and Mink Rat or Rabbit have been stuck in my CD player.