In the mid-’90s, when I was in high school, the German label Crypt Records had cornered the market on the sleazy, knuckedragging, oilstained-bowling-shirt garage rock that was all over the American indie underground at the time. Its roster teemed with hair-slicked, hormone-addled hammerheads: the New Bomb Turks, the Devil Dogs, the Gories, the Lyres, Nine [...]