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The
Veins’ vocalist Dave Gentner used to be lead drawler in the
brilliant flash metal suicides Uncle Sam back in the late 80’s, and
his distinctive pop-sleaze delivery is alive and well in “Hollywoodland”.
Despite the title, The Veins are straight outta hard-livin’
Rochester, NY, and their sound is melodic, soaring power-pop that’s dirty
enuff for filth-fiends like me to freak freely on, yet sweet n’ gooey enuff
to make girls swoon. Nice work, if you can get it. I should mention that
their debut, “Glorious Sounds of the Veins” (1997) was a lightning
rod amongst the sleaze-rock underground, traded and taped and worshipped
accordingly by everybody that missed the similarly glammy thrills of
Hanoi Rocks or wanted another heaping helping of the good stuff
American Heartbreak were peddling, and even though it kinda seems like
that was a fucking LONG time ago, I am happy to report that their
lengthy absence has not hurt The Veins’ ability to construct the
perfect pop song, or to play it like the entire world is falling apart all
around them. For indisputable evidence, check out the title track, a
rain-soaked slice of epic gutter-glam, or the motorcycle riffin’ cock rock
of “Dandelion Blind”, or the heads-down sleazeboogie of “New Con”.
Really, tho, I kinda defy you to find a duff track on here- sure, they had,
like, 6 years to get it right, but if they release a whole new batch of
tunes a week from now, yer gonna get the same results. The Veins
simply play great rock and roll. If the idea of Ziggy Stardust
reborn as a melancholy 80’s pop metal band makes sense to you- and it really
should- then you’ve gotta check these long-time glamvets out. They’re the
real thing, baby. _______________________________________________________________________________________________ |