Texan
glitter terrors armed with a trailer of glampunk classic albums, studied
sleaze nonsense and nonchalance splashed liberally with bad hair, bad
tattoos, broken hearts and an Izzy Stradlin' clone (with rather fine
shoe-age) coming on like a cross between Hanoi Rocks out-takes as played
by Generation X with extra special guest appearances by early Faster
Pussycat ('Is What I Is') right down to the echo-ey
production that both those bands kinda had, and the untutored snarl of the
vocals...untaught, maybe, but attended lectures on lip-curling surely.
Crucially, the vocals do help provide the Urgencies with some
believability and, like, urgency, which is important here as they
pirouette between cliché and pastiche ('gin perfume' ...
c'mon!)...Seemingly recorded in the toilet that features on the cover (I
think on the cover shot they're doing the backing vocals or something) a
lot of this sounds too slow, only picking up any requisite speed late on
in the day on 'State Of Confusion', 'Ten Minute Smile'
and 'Bring It To Me' which work better for it, not least as
it means there's less time to dwell on the lyrics - I just wish the shit
might have kicked in earlier - some of which are appropriately good-bad
but not evil in their 'I'm a ragged rock'n'roll poor boy scoundrel with a
heart of gold really'. Wrap your lips around these, babies - 'Got my
payphone on her speed dial...Hates the boys but she's not gay, I hate
those girls anyway' (oooh, the charmer, eh?) on
'Strange Girl's Weird Boy' and my particular favourites
'Liquid calisthenics, couple laps in tequila never did me any harm' ('Sound
Of The Heat') and top of the bill goes to 'My heart has craters
from your constant fire / You are the knife in the eye that left love
blind' ('Don't Treat Me Bad'). Insightful. When I was about
17 my chum Max woulda rolled on by with an 8th generation taped copy of
this and it'd have been rubbing shoulders and maybe more (they wish!) with
Smashed Gladys and Star Star. As it is in today's world and life there's
not enuff here for me to indulge in delightful dreams of desires. Not
hugely unlike The Weaklings 'Just The Way We Like It' on the plus side but
on a more negative side reminds me of Backyard Babies who have a similar
lack of tunes that congeal in your genes. But then the Babies are
obviously pretty well liked so maybe I'll be proved wrong. But so what?
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Texan
glitter terrors armed with a trailer of glampunk classic albums, studied
sleaze nonsense and nonchalance splashed liberally with bad hair, bad
tattoos, broken hearts and an Izzy Stradlin' clone (with rather fine
shoe-age) coming on like a cross between Hanoi Rocks out-takes as played
by Generation X with extra special guest appearances by early Faster
Pussycat ('Is What I Is') right down to the echo-ey
production that both those bands kinda had, and the untutored snarl of the
vocals...untaught, maybe, but attended lectures on lip-curling surely.
Crucially, the vocals do help provide the Urgencies with some
believability and, like, urgency, which is important here as they
pirouette between cliché and pastiche ('gin perfume' ...
c'mon!)...Seemingly recorded in the toilet that features on the cover (I
think on the cover shot they're doing the backing vocals or something) a
lot of this sounds too slow, only picking up any requisite speed late on
in the day on 'State Of Confusion', 'Ten Minute Smile'
and 'Bring It To Me' which work better for it, not least as
it means there's less time to dwell on the lyrics - I just wish the shit
might have kicked in earlier - some of which are appropriately good-bad
but not evil in their 'I'm a ragged rock'n'roll poor boy scoundrel with a
heart of gold really'. Wrap your lips around these, babies - 'Got my
payphone on her speed dial...Hates the boys but she's not gay, I hate
those girls anyway' (oooh, the charmer, eh?) on
'Strange Girl's Weird Boy' and my particular favourites
'Liquid calisthenics, couple laps in tequila never did me any harm' ('Sound
Of The Heat') and top of the bill goes to 'My heart has craters
from your constant fire / You are the knife in the eye that left love
blind' ('Don't Treat Me Bad'). Insightful. When I was about
17 my chum Max woulda rolled on by with an 8th generation taped copy of
this and it'd have been rubbing shoulders and maybe more (they wish!) with
Smashed Gladys and Star Star. As it is in today's world and life there's
not enuff here for me to indulge in delightful dreams of desires. Not
hugely unlike The Weaklings 'Just The Way We Like It' on the plus side but
on a more negative side reminds me of Backyard Babies who have a similar
lack of tunes that congeal in your genes. But then the Babies are
obviously pretty well liked so maybe I'll be proved wrong. But so what?