If you want proof that whatever Ian Blurton touches turns to gold, look no further than Hello Rock and Roll, the debut album from the Saigon Hookers, who made the move of a lifetime by procuring Blurton’s genius to turn the knobs on this reckless racket of rawk n’ roll. Really, this righteous slab o’ deer meat is searing as all hell, man, and way more balltastic than their four song demo released some time last year. I never saw this coming at all, brothers and sisters, and I see everything coming, ya know? I’d be remiss not to give credit to Tommy Smokes (vocals, guitar), Carmine (bass, vocals), and Feeney (drums) too, because these fuckers lay it down thick and gritty like black top on this one, but now the Saigon Hookers actually fucking sound like C’mon, for chrissakes, with a little less beer and beard and a bit more eyeliner and Swedish soul, of course. And that’s just plain awesome, dude. It’s amped-up garage rock, Canuck style, and as dirty a gospel as anything The Divine Brown ever did and as supershitty as anything The Hellacopters ever did. To the max, even!
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- Jeff Warren