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 ...nobody's going to mistake Big Elf for Lucifer's Friend. A biker Queen, maybe....(more) |
 ...this record is even more high concept than when the Mitchell Brothers cast a monkey to play God in that Biblical porn movie they did...(more) |
 ...If you're into Kris Kristofferson or the New York Loose, you're gonna adore Cookie...(more) |
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 ...this record is all flying shrapnel...(more) |
 ...drug-buzzing blacklight rainbow riffs that weighed a ton and hurled themselves around a jelly -walled funhouse of electric fuzz...(more) |
 ...the erotics are rock with it's heart ripped out...(more) |
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 ...it'll keep fucking you, long and hard and with spiritual intent, forever...(more) |
 ...chicken wire savages, with every plug jammed into the right socket...(more) |
 ...massive bedeviled fuck fest of triple- speed thrash metal flail...(more) |
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 ...a slinky collection of (mostly) scandinavian garage swagger...(more) |
 ...you've got to take your pants off when you want to dance to king khan...(more) |
 ...meldrum are the van halen of swedish metal chicks...(more) |
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 ...the nifters take up where the backyard babies left off when they turned into def leppard...(more) |
 ...warping the entire universe into one endless, muddy orgy of mirror shades and honcho mustache wearing rock dude bliss...(more) |
 ...one rolling bundle of sweaty desperado boogie...(more) |
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 ...teen feeding frenzy is what would happen if you took a random hour's worth of mix playlists and handed them over to a gang of vampires...(more) |
 ...'welcome to norway' is the greatest, and only, heavy metal travel guide of all time...(more) |
 ...they are obsessed with black pussy and spend their spare time popping pills...(more) |
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 ...like tool with muscles and motorbikes and complicated black leather masks...(more) |
 ...meaty hooks that boil around in your brain like bad ideas that won't go away...(more) |
 ...sizzling guitar villainy and a lusty battle roar...(more) |
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 ...I never expected to hear any band straddle grunge and death metal in the same career, never mind the same fucking song...(more) |
 ...these cats ain't a bunch of pot-smoking hippies, so there's no stoner-jazz on display. there are bongos, though...(more) |
 ...they are everything you suspected and feared about french pop...(more) |
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 ...forget death metal and horror punk- for truly perverse musical morbidity, the dead brothers are the real underground. pun intended...(more) |
 ...a dive-bombing, brain eating form of pure acid-fried pseudo -industrial madness that has zero to do with whatever you imagine techno is...(more) |
 satan is a headbanger, that much you already knew. But he also likes to go to the disco, occasionally...(more) |
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 ...If you're looking for actual good soundtrack music, well, you're in the wrong place, jack. But nobody ever looked to hg lewis for good, anyway...(more) |
 ...sounds like pentagram playing "ride the lightning" with that crazy fucker from nme on bass...(more) |
 ...for the duration of its 8 supersonic odes to bad drinking and good times, it's absolutely perfect...(more) |
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 ...think zz top reaping the whirlwind on judgement day, flames licking the fur off of their spinning guitars...(more) |
 ...have no fear, brothers and sisters, zodiac mindwarp lives and seethes...(more) |
 ...chugging guitars, sounds like hundreds of them, come flying out of the speakers like black arrows of death...(more) |
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 ...sounds like the slow motion death scene of a grizzly bear with an arrow in it's belly...(more) |
 ...a stunning 3 disc dvd set of their shrieking, industrial strength devil rock...(more) |
 ...this is one of the best singer-songwriter records I've ever heard, honestly. yeah, I know, motherfucker, it's not like I'm deluged with them, but I've heard a few. I've dated hippie girls, you know...(more) |
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 ...raw, slutty rock and roll that brings to mind the plasmatics, the dead boys, and whatever eyeliner wearing street punk band you can think of...(more) |
 ...a red, white, and blue glitter bomb of lysergic riot rock...(more) |
 ...gorgeous and blood engorged in equal measure...(more) |
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 ...dirty fuzz from all the really cool and famous white people countries...(more) |
 ...urge overkill as pinball fantasy, maybe, or poison's white bellbottom tribute to abba...(more) |
 ...speed, ferocity, and an (un)healthy dose of gg allin-esque misogyny...(more) |
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 ...spy jazz and crime surf and secret agent fuzz and dangerous curves...(more) |
 ...soulful ballads and semi-acoustic sleaze rock and bliss pop and melancholy glitter folk...(more) |
 ...enough hooks to land them in the arena, and enough firepower to burn it down to the ground...(more) |
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 ...this is the best punk compilation I've ever heard...(more) |
 ...raw, immediate, and close enough to touch, if you don't mind losing a finger in the process...(more) |
 ...big, meaty, sleaze metal guitars and sarcasm drenched cyber-beat poet lyrics...(more) |
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 ...the same dusty neighborhood as marty robbins and hank snow and tex ritter- and maybe tex perkins, if you want to get sinister about it...(more) |
 the last time san francisco unleashed this kind of thunder on us, dave mustaine was still playing lead on "hit the lights"....(more) |
 ...these wild hearted sons channel the ageless hipbone slither of soul n' swagger demi-gods like the faces, aerosmith, guns, black crowes, mother love bone, and the london quireboys...(more) |
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 ...the absolute king hell boss daddies of redneck biker metal...(more) |
 ...long haired stoner kids in styx t-shirts getting wasted on cases of bud in the woods...(more) |
 ...stunningly executed swamp rock with twinges of casual psychedelia...(more) |
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 ...led like a slave girl with a nose ring by swaggering guitar heroism...(more) |
 ...black dawn actually sound like demons screaming from the darkest bowels of hades...(more) |
 ...melancholy drinking songs and hard, rootsy rock and roll...(more) |
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 ...a medicated swirl of Velvets drone and trippy, voluptuous Mazzy Star-ry crooning...(more) |
 ...as haunting as you remember...(more) |
 ...they sound like the animals fronted by stiv bators, only hairier...(more) |
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 ...full throttle thrash n' roll - bullet belt glam, even...(more) |
 ...every song is about rock and roll or chicks or the dukes of hazard...(more) |
 ...unida, but not kyuss...(more) |
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 ...state of the art depression wrapped up in a gorgeous black bow...(more) |
 ...loud, hard, sleazy, funny...(more) |
 ...ian astbury playing the weary high priest to billy duffy's stiff-lipped dog soldier...(more) |
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...the perverse granddaddies of the
almighty wicked riff...(more) |
 ...they take zz top and ac/dc riffs, and they strangle the fuckin' things...(more) |
 ...every bit of the monster you'd imagine...(more) |
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 ...paying bloody-knuckled homage to bluesy biker metal glory riders of yore like four horsemen, little caesar, and junkyard...(more) |
 ...one machine-gunning line of focused anger...(more) |
 ...take a chunk of a stones or sweet riff, wrap it around a bubblegum garage beat, heat to boiling, and let it rip...(more) |
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 ...the band that single-handedly injected some much needed action, adventure, and outright danger in rock and roll...(more) |
 ...welding gutter punk and sleaze metal together like a big, ugly Frankenstein...(more) |
 ...a comprehensive collection of swagger rock that stretches from the gutter to the stars...(more) |
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 ...it's not just an homage to the man in black's songs, but to the- that's right- chaos that they cause...(more) |
 ...they fervently worship at the temples of ancient, ruthless gods of thunder, and they have learned their lessons well...(more) |
 ...this record is so metal, it's like the definition of metal...(more) |
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