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THE GENERATORS
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 Having recently asked Mr The
Sleazegrinder to hassle the hun and enquire as to me having a few new
records from the increasingly discerningly excellently eared People Like
You label they sent me a whole clusterfuck of them (a quite remarkable
expression I picked up and have taken the liberty to borrow off the
mainman too, ta muchly) from their promo shelves. Alongside the requested
Kings of Nuthin', Demented Are Go and Mad Sin releases was this little
nugget niggling gem. A new band laid on me (not literally, mind, no sir!
well, depends, but not these lairy Angelenos) is always appreciated when
it's this good. Not life changingly good, but Social Distortion-ly great
in a distant kicking cousin to the Ness monster way (especially the
aspirational opener 'Walking Away' and the distinctly guttural, German-esque
vocal delivery) with non-hindering hints of LA sleazers Blackboard Jungle
(unsurprising really as the info reads that head-Gen-honchos Doug Dagger
and Dirty Ernie are a general meeting between the punk and rawk scenes) on
the brand new cadillac chasing ''Who Is Going To Save The World?', and a
more than welcome overture of The Psychedelic Furs ('Here I Go' and 'Lost
In Transition' are pure flake latter day Furs) heading a float on a Dia
Des Los Muertos fest (see spiral spider scratch intro to 'Crawling On
Top'), whilst never forgetting that the essence that they're, like,
generating is to make you Rock, so 'Ten Days away' is a happy-rolling punk
anthem celebrating the life of a gravel chewing band, that the Yo-Yo's
write before breakfast.Generally, yuss,
generating and enervating and....motorvatin'. |
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-Stu Gibson |