DC
thunderchuckers Assrockers most definitely have a tongue or two
jammed firmly in cheek (ahem), as evidenced by…well, by the fact that
they’re called Assrockers. A singer named Bison Roughbottom and
songs with titles like “Tonight We Came to Rock” and “All
Hell’s Breaking Loose Tonight” also suggest a band up to their
tits in Spinal Tap-esque buffoonery, and I dunno about you, but I don’t
really need my rock n’ roll to be ‘funny’. Luckily for all of us, the
jokes end as soon as the first powerchord kicks in. Once these rock n’roll
clowns get on with it, forget it, it’s a bloodbath. The Assrockers sound
is steeped in all the classic mustache rock bands – Grand Funk, Heep, Naz
– and frizzle-fried in pure-grade AC/DC grease. Tracks like “Never
Stop Runnin’”, “Carpe Denim”, and “Contact
High” all dole out the shameless arena-rawk thrills with the same
balls-out punk energy as brothers-in-rock like Raging Slab, Night After
Night, and Bad Wizard. Total headbanger bliss, really, mired only slightly
by Bison’s one-note baboon howl. My guess is the best way to get yrself
some butt-rock is live and in-person, with all the sweat and tits and
revolution in the air, but this is a good way to learn all the songs, so
you can scream along the next time they rock the ass out of your town.
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DC
thunderchuckers Assrockers most definitely have a tongue or two
jammed firmly in cheek (ahem), as evidenced by…well, by the fact that
they’re called Assrockers. A singer named Bison Roughbottom and
songs with titles like “Tonight We Came to Rock” and “All
Hell’s Breaking Loose Tonight” also suggest a band up to their
tits in Spinal Tap-esque buffoonery, and I dunno about you, but I don’t
really need my rock n’ roll to be ‘funny’. Luckily for all of us, the
jokes end as soon as the first powerchord kicks in. Once these rock n’roll
clowns get on with it, forget it, it’s a bloodbath. The Assrockers sound
is steeped in all the classic mustache rock bands – Grand Funk, Heep, Naz
– and frizzle-fried in pure-grade AC/DC grease. Tracks like “Never
Stop Runnin’”, “Carpe Denim”, and “Contact
High” all dole out the shameless arena-rawk thrills with the same
balls-out punk energy as brothers-in-rock like Raging Slab, Night After
Night, and Bad Wizard. Total headbanger bliss, really, mired only slightly
by Bison’s one-note baboon howl. My guess is the best way to get yrself
some butt-rock is live and in-person, with all the sweat and tits and
revolution in the air, but this is a good way to learn all the songs, so
you can scream along the next time they rock the ass out of your town.