Butchers Bill – Quick and Painful
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Butchers Bill actually sent this record to my wife Stacey for review on her Candy For Bad Children site, but I heard her rockin’ out to it th’ other day, and snatched it while she was distracted by one of those high school TV shows she watches. I don’t know a fuckin’ thing about Butchers Bill (like, what's with the name? Are they all butchers named Bill, or are they missing an apostrophe and the butcher actually owes them, or what?) ‘cept that they’re from Brooklyn, and they absolutely scorch on this here disc. “Quick and Painful” is rife with razor sharp cock rock guitars and drunk-ass motorpunk tunes. Dig the nasty white trash chug of “Going Home” (“This party sucks and I’m…”), the Detroit hellfire sleazepunk of “3 AM”, and the triple-speed sweat rawk of “How Do I feel”, complete with dive-bombing acid-metal guitar solo and mid-song KISS cop. And brother, that’s just for starters. Admittedly, this record LOOKS a wreck, with nothin’ but a blurry laser live photo from a Continental gig to say “Hello World!” with, but you know, can’t judge a book by it’s cover, man. And that kinda hassle is easily fixed anyway. They could hook up with a generous porn star, buy some mirrored shades, start lookin’ the part, and half of Sweden and most of the lower East Side would be lining up to either suck them off or kick ‘em in the nuts. At any rate, this one came outta nowhere and just grabbed me by the throat, and I reckon yer gonna feel the same way. If the Dead Boys met up with the Supersuckers in some dark Noo Yawk alley, you better believe it’d be “Quick and Painful”. Here’s yer proof.
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