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THE NASTYS
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 First
off, I gotta commend the fellas on the accurate title, since every good
time I’ve ever had went bad at some point. That’s how you know they were
good in the first place. Secondly, holy fuckin’ rock n’ roll, does this
horny little bitch smoke. The Nastys are from…well, I can’t figure
that out. I think Grand Rapids, but they sound like they just got
spewed up from the bowels of Hollywood, or New York, or Stockholm –
anywhere with an endless supply of danger, drugs, and top-shelf pussy,
really. I’ve read around, and there’s lotsa loose talk from the ‘rock
press’ about the Nastys sound – shit about the Stooges and
the New York Dolls – but don’t be fooled. This is not some
Revolution Motherfucker revivalist band, this is pure high-flying, virgin
killing sleaze in the pink, throbbing vein of the Golden Gods,
Buckcherry, and Crystal Pistol. Toss in some glammy flourishes
– handclaps, bootstomps, swivel-hips and pouting lips – and 17 Marshall
stacks worth of excessive flash metal guitars, and you’ve got the
relentless teenage kicks of “Good Times Gone Bad”. 6 songs, no
ballads, all uppercuts designed to leave you sweat-soaked and satisfied.
And they will. ________________________________________________________ |
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-Sleazegrinder |