The Black Jetts - Bleed Me, Love (Dead Beat)
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I can see these swanky Vegas cats suffering a little backlash here and there for being ‘too cool’, ya know, but here’s a newsflash- you can never be too skinny, too clever, or too cool. Ever. Sure, man, when ya hear the rubber-legged Thunders riffs and the overdriven, slurred yelps of “C’mon baby, bleed me!” on the truly bitchin’ “Bleed Me”, you’ll be reminded of the early Dragons or the latter day Dwarves, but so what- the Dragons and the Dwarves fuckin’ rock, right? So too, then, do the Black Jetts. There’s a few tracks on here that move and groove with such sleazy perfection (the bubbleglam “Cheap Date”, the Dead Boys-meets-Alice Cooper-meets the Mysterians needle rocker “Rehab Love”, the fiery cock n’ roll opener “Come On”) that the Jetts almost make it seem like they’re operating with an entirely new formula. Almost. Mostly, it’s a new, toothy spin on the ol’ New York Dolls/Ramones formula of teenage kicks and sloppy come-ons, but wherever they pilfered the sound, it’s a wild, feral scream of raunch n’ roll, and it pretty much demands heavy rotation whenever yer in the mood to really crank up the action. You just can’t listen to this record without feeling like yr on the make, like yr boots are shiny and yr dumbass lines are surely gonna make the skirts melt. And brothers and sisters, ain’t that what it’s all about? You bet it is. Recommended, quite obviously.
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