It probably goes without saying that a band like the Erotics isn’t going for a makeover every time it does a new record. Sure enough, on Rubbish the NYC sleazebags keep doing the gutter glam stomp in much the same way as they’ve always done it. Ain’t nothin’ wrong with that, as long as they do it well, which they do. If anything, bandleader Mike Trash has managed to somehow crank up both the glitter and the grit, dragging his growl through harsher gravel than usual but writing hooks as singalong catchy as ever. (Plus an assist from Bon Scott and the Young brothers on “Walk All Over You.”) His bug-eyed sneer rules “Terrorize You,” “Nobody Wants You Around” and “Get Away From Me (Mother F*cker),” though on that last he seems to want to temper his bad temper with an asterisk, a power pop melody and a pisstake Axl Rose harmony vocal. “Born to Let You Down,” “Dead Last in the Rat Race” and “Frustrated” at least acknowledge the feelings of other people, if only to flip ‘em off, but it’s enough humanity to keep Trash from coming across as a hollow thug. While the songwriting cooks, special kudos should also go to guitarist Rachel Toxic, who is really in touch with his inner guitar hero (the music category, not the video game). Oddly enough, I found Rubbish disappointing the first time I spun it, but it’s grown on me faster than any of the band’s other albums. Nice ‘n’ sleazy, just the way a gang called the Erotics oughta be.