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winds of Chicago must be blowin’ something fierce lately because The Last
Vegas have stripped themselves bare, pulled their collective manhood
out, and pissed a hail of razors known as rock n’ roll on the entire
American mid-west. And judging by their new bravado, the rest of the country
better head for the hills or they’ll be struck down by the thunder boogie
and fried right out of their brown-bottled minds. As for you and I,
well…we’ll take it as it comes, jack, ‘cause we’re rock n’ rollers and we
know what’s good for us (most of the time). And The Last Vegas is
good for us, trust me. The band has ceremoniously shed their previous
bluesy, garage rock sound, grabbed a few new members, and kicked it into
high gear. Every one of the 10 tracks on Lick ‘Em And Leave ‘Em is
about chicks, and the depraved raunch n’ rawl of every song makes you wonder
if you actually love ‘em or hate ‘em (“You come around and you say you wanna
make it/Just 15 minutes but I guess I was wrong/I got my kicks and you had
time enough to fake it/You didn’t tell me you we’re gonna be long/Oh
yeah/Well all right/Well you don’t have to go home but honey you can’t
stay/Oh yeah”). The Last Vegas have definitely rolled sevens on this
beast and we’re all cashing in the dirty chips. They rip monster
Hellacopters riffage, strut like Motorhead, and tie it all
together with some messed up, tuned out White Zombie hellbilly
swagger, 70s-era Kiss glam fuzz, and Cheerleader 666 face stomp.
Lick ‘Em And Leave ‘Em is more than a cock rock testament, brothers and
sisters. It’s a full-out rock n’ roll orgy, where you’re honored to consider
yourself licked.
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