Bloody Hollies – Fire at Will (Garage Pop)
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Straight outta the pool halls and municipal swimming pools of Raucous-chester, Noo Yawk, the cleverly named Bloody Hollies serve up a whole mess o’ garage grit and blister here. Frontnut Wesley Doyle is truly a rock n’ roll guerilla to be reckoned with, man. Not only does his guitar sound like a swarm of killer bees with stingers fulla snake venom, but his vox are pure ragged TROUBLE. He sounds like that dude down at the bar that probably DID chop his girlfriend up, but everybody’s too afraid to ask, ya know? I have no doubt that numba 2 and numba 3 (Mike Argento, drums; Phil Freedenburg, bass) are not only aiders and abetters, but prime movers in this psycho-freak-o ranuchorama as well- BHs are the very definition of power-trio- but I also bet he beats them if they get outta line. Anyway, the Bloody Hollies are nothin’ if not to-the-point, so ya get what you came for with this one- frenzied, bullet-spraying rock n’ roll, with a nod to 60’s Detroit supersonica and a chip on their shoulder that suggests teenhoods fulla wall-bouncing punk rock. I could sit around and give ya hints all day (psst…try #6 first!), or you can just take my word for it and get a little Bloody action for yrself. “Fire at Will” is one bad-ass mess o’ rock for a buncha dudes in white shirts and ties, I tell ya that much.

Bonus points: They thank Detroit thunderballs The Lanternjack. Nobody ever THANKS the Lanternjack for anything. Usually people sue them, or punch them, stuff like that. Consorting with the bad guys is always applauded around here.
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