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THE HOT ROLLERS |
 Crush-worthy
Seattle skirts The Hot Rollers not only present us with the best
sex/butcher shop themed record cover since Cannibal Corpse here,
but they’re also so goddamn charming, it’s almost evil. They’re sound is
primitive-but-melodic garage punk, heavy on the wavering bad-girl vox of
Lori Campion and the mastodon stomp of her rhythm section (Kristin
Ballweg on bass/Farfisa, Heidi Jessup on drums), with lotsa hot
rod rumble guitars and girl-group back-up yelps. Lucky for us, the
Rollers aren’t hardcore no-fi fascists, so the sound is crisp and warm
and livable, and the songs are fun and snotty, sorta like the Donnas-gone-retro.
I mean, even more retro than they are already. Opener “You Don’t
Do It” is the brashest and boldest kiss-off on deck, but “Got Your
Number” and the fur-flying “Ice Princess” are almost as mean,
and you really gotta hand it to ‘em for beating the boozy piano man outta
Billy Joel on their riotous cover of “You May Be Right”. Word
has it there’s an even dizzier re-do in hidden-track land, but that’s for
me to know and you to find out, really. At any rate, if you like girls,
than believe me, you will like the Hot Rollers. That’s pretty
simple, man. _______________________________________________________ |
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-Sleazegrinder |