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Bonnie
Parker died in a hail of machine gun fire in 1934, but her Eye-talian
great-great-grandsons are alive and well and kickin’ up a garage rawkin’
fuss. The BP’s are basement brats from Rome who rattle and roll
through a ten-pack of dizzy, sing-along spunkers fulla dirty guitars and
Mod-ish yelping here. Listen close and you’ll hear the unmistakable sparkle
of a tambourine, which means only one thing- rock and roll party time, baby.
Well, it might mean something else entirely in different company, but around
here, it’s the olive floating in the poisonous martini that unzips the dress
and makes an unholy mess. Tambourines are shook and hips are swiveled a
plenty on this 'un, but the leader of the pack here has gotta be “Don’t
You Like My Lifestyle?”, a rhetorical shake-down of jangle-fuzz and
off-kilter ‘whoa-oh’s’ and bitter lamenting over the tragic lack of FUN
in rock n’ roll these days, but “I’m Glad (I’m Not You)”, a catchy
lil’ snot rocker, is pretty boss, too. The Bonnie Parkers ain’t
nearly as manic as the usual slobbering, red-eyed beast-noise that
underground garage rawk has become, but if you like wearing skinny ties and
boppin’ yr head to a freaky beat, then “Sweaty Shirts and Bloody Fingers”
oughta fit you perfectly.
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