NAKED ANGELS—Original Soundtrack (Straight Records)::At last the true musical (ahem) soundtrack for Altamont. When you're locked into the B-side of life (and who ain't), this is the only muzak, the only dirge to quench the urge. All cycle mythology aside, this is definitely art as sleeze. Screw kitsch; this be meat. The record slips through the textures of outlaw ether like an ice pick into the testicles (yeah, I saw Midnight Express too), and makes Easy Rider look like Mork and Mindy on a six-day suck n' fuck session at Plato's Retreat. �Rat Grind� excels, 'Toccata for Truck� is pure biker id-rock, and �Bar Dream� is pure uncut boozeadelia. , J the F

BLACKJACK (Polydor)::Just as there�s no great thrill in playing the card game after which this band is named, there�s no great thrill in hearing their debut album. They�re not untalerited, but the matter-of-fact predictability of their approach—heavy intros about 30 seconds too long and intense playing and singing (vocalist Michael Bolotin does Seger almost as we|l as ol� leatherlungs himself) that simply sounds overblown in light of the slight material. The only ace in the hand; �Love Me Tonight,� is the first card dealt out and sounds curiously out of step with the rest of the LP. If the cover of the next album is a green felt table, don�t say you weren�t forewarned. B.A.