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WHITE DEMONS |
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*Musically, sure, but not literally. The White Demons are still looking
for someone to sign with. It’s been seven years. That’s the good luck
number. If they go to thirteen years without a label, then they officially
become ragged rock n’ roll minions, wandering the desert for all eternity. |
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-Jeff Warren |
I hear they got these diamond mines out in the Arizona deserts, and
anyone with an affinity for searing heat and sheer greed can really make a
name for themselves. It’s down n’ dirty work, but the pay off is worth it
if you can hack the lyin’, cheatin’, pistol-packin’ way of life. Now, I’m
not saying that this is how the White Demons really came to be, but their
in-the-rough, trailblazin’, AC/DC riffage meets MC5 motor madness lends
itself perfectly to the idea that they stumbled upon some Faustian oasis
one hot n’ hazy day and sold their souls for one big ass shiny shot at it
all. The devil needs a few outlaws on his side, my friends, and now the
White Demons are right there along side such malevolent entities as, say,
the Murder City Devils and R’hoades Diablo, complete with eight
tequila-soaked songs that sound like vultures feasting and rattlesnakes
shaking. An electric storm of rock n’ roll, this one. Signed, sealed, and
delivered.*