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The Matlocks A Holloda Rock __________________________________________________ |
 Ok, so the name’s not gonna
fly at ya like a kung fu fist, but Swedish glitterboogie champs the
Matlocks are well worth the awkwardness of screaming “Hey man, ya gotta
check out the fuckin’ MATLOCKS!” to yr bleary-eyed pal at the next Satan
party. The boys in the band like to call their brand of noise “Pilsner
Rock”, and I’m not gonna question their affection for cheap beer, but this
kinda rock n’ roll is strictly top-shelf, baby. The Matlocks’ sound has
all the poppy, superglam sensibilities of Hanoi Rocks, and all the
tongue-in-cheek humor of the Babysitters. Slap ‘em together and you get a
sound not unlike, well, either o’ those bands, only with a manly dose of
Swedish dope rock thrown over the top. Not enough to blow yr skull off,
mind you, but just enough to keep you happily buzzed. I got 4 tracks on
this, their latest disc, and they all rock like crazy, with big gooey
hooks and dive-bombing cock-rock solos and impish lyrics about dangerous
girls and poolboys. The title track is the big winner, a Backyard
Babies-meets-Mott glam roller with an instantly singable chorus and a
killer riff, but the other tracks have their own charms, for sure. “A Holloda Rock” (heh) is like,
The Matlocks’ 4th demo/EP so far, so mebbe if
you suture ‘em all together, you’ll get their very own “Self Destruction
Blues”. In fact, I know you will.
“A Holloda Rock” is available for 2 Euros at the Matlocks’ website, and it is well worth thr trouble of trying to figure out what the fuck a Euro is. __________________________________________________ |
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-Sleazegrinder |