Take some good music, leave out the bad, and Ugly Americans will force any toes to tap -- guaranteed.

The septet, complete with New York sensibility and southern drawl, plays a thouroughly enjoyable set on their self-titled album. Drawing from their H.O.R.D.E.-like influences, lead vocalist Bob Schneider tears through nine tracks with a Gregg Allman snarl that leads the band from the realm of party-rock to damn good party-rock.

The opener "Electro," short for "electromagneticlovethangexperience," sets the tone as a thesis statement of Ugly Americans' sound. The groove in the song is Spin Doctorish, and although the words look silly on paper -- it works.

As the record progresses the Southern influence blends nicely with the rhythm section to elevate later tracks such as "Piece of Heaven" and "Nuclear Love Machine" to near Allman status.

Clocking in at a little more than 35 minutes the album is more like a sampler collection, than a full-fledged record. Despite the time constraint, the closing track, "Love in the House," is a marriage of Southern mystique and New York scat that has ceased to be either style -- merging into a seamless fabric of sonic pleasure.

The band has succeeded where most fail, with a union of different albeit thoroughly American styles -- that is anything but ugly.