You know what makes The Hip Priests so fucking great? Besides the fact that they’re a disgusting and disgruntled mess of The Divine Brown and the X-Rays, and that they’ve referenced both Judas Priest and Iron Maiden with their name and this here six song demo, and that they sound like Turbonegro, Gluecifer, The Dictators, and a hot, greasy chick sticking a 16 volt battery right into her fuse box all at once? Well, because they wholly and unabashedly operate on the same whack, tangle, and jive vocabulary as the rest of us sleazegrindin’ freaks, that’s why. If the Sleazegrinder crew was a fucking band, and the gonzo shit we spew was our instruments, we’d be The Hip Priests, no questions asked. Because The Hip Priests are glorious bastards, all hairy chests and mirrored shades and sweaty mayhem and slick dicks and hot love and brutal truth, and so are we, don’t you know. Not to mention all the fire and fucking, because they’ve got plenty of that too, just like us. Hot tubed? Oh yeah. Super lubed? No doubt. Rock n’ roll? Why they fuck do you think we’re here, Jack? The Hip Priests come highly recommended, for obvious reasons.
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- Jeff Warren