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| In spite of having Finnish origins, Havana Black were not coming from the Hanoi/Smack/69 Eyes/Crystal Ecstasy side of the tracks, but strangely, they featured this lead singer named GUTS who I seem to recall appearing in photographs wearing those awful, gaudy snowmobile sunglasses like Teddy from Rebel Rebel, Ricky Rocket from Poison, and the dood with the leather trench coat and bolero hat from Great White. You know-like a trucker, or pro wrestler, or your goober metal bro mighta selected. Guts had all these fantasies about American Indians and this concept record is rife with every lame injun cliche in the book- on songs like the single, "Hoo Myself" and "Lone Wolf" and |
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the title track,
Guts waxes giddily about all his indian chief fantasies like Ian
Astbury or Jim Morrison but without the charisma or poetry or
the good parts. GUTS did have a remarkable talent, however,
which was to sound EXACTLY like Paul Rodgers on every song!
I mean, that was his real calling, in the same way that Josh Todd
was born to be Axl Rose's understudy? Havana Black sound
like all the filler tracks from any of Rodgers' old bands-like if
you crossed out "Feel Like Makin' Love", "Alrite Now", and
even the Firm's "Radioactive" from Paul Rodgers'
setlist, it'd be all the other shit, but not as good. You could just
listen to FREE. Needless to say, Havana Black got lost in
the shuffle of superior Flash Metal
bands with similar seventies dinosaur rock influences back then like the
Almighty, Junkyard, the Four Horsemen, Sea Hags,
Rock City Angels, Quireboys, Little Kings, Little
Angels, etc. etc. etc. Gimee HAVANA A.M. over HAVANA BLACK
anyday. *D.A.D. were good, man. - Sleaze |
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sumpthin' nogoodniks who grew up in the hair band era all probably
remember having some stoned washed bros from way back who just never
fookin' really got it, right?
You know, the guy you kinda let hang around cos he had a car, or a foxy
sister, or owned a p.a., or was old enough to buy beer, or he could get
drugs, but he was into, like, Bad English, and wore camouflage? Ran
over people's pet cats for Chris Holmes inspired kicks, and had the
big Slayer backpatch, maybe, but at home, he "jammed out" to some
Badlands and Bonham and D.A.D., right? He probably
still swears by D.A.D*., too,
eh? Well, this same goober renowned for the obligatory dangling sword ear
ring mighta owned a copy of Havana Black, ($1 cutout bin cassette),
cos they got press in the Larry Flynt owned boss hep cat metal mag
of the day, RIP, and toured with Great White and M.S.G.
and the like.