After
5 Scandinavia-only releases, someone has finally seen the good sense and
shoved out this comp to let the rest of us in on the big secret. And blow
me down with a camp kiss off into a coke filled cloakroom,
daaarrrllling, this is one HUUUGE secret. Livin' up to and
beyond all the expectations I had after hearing the name for a few years
through supports with Hanoi and featuring ex-Dog and Hunter sidekick Mr
Darrell Barf at one time, your lovin' or loathing of these diamond geezers
may well reside on that Supersuckers surmisation of 'You say cliché, I say
classic...' as this is classic rawkin' ,but not like bearded fuckwad
Richard Bransons's Virgin Radio, which'd shrink back from such lunatic
lock-in inducing frivolity like his company's very title. No, folks, this
is classic in a celebratory way, not to denote you're like yer dad or dig
cucumber sandwiches. Sure, it all sounds like The Faces but good holy
fuck, play a Faces record after this and it sure don't sound the same in
terms of feel and soul (ok cept for ol' Ronnie Lane) and it's been nipped,
tucked, fucked and plucked too into a leaner, lither, love machine...if my
chat with chums last night is anything to go by these guys'll be causing
rockas old and new to be musing on whether they're better than The Black
Crowes, just another Quireboys, or more. Fact is, singist Sulo has an
expressive, emotive, soulful voice that Crowe Chris was celebrated
for back when the Crowes cast their glorious blackmark aginst the latter
day hair metal and pubescent grunge pap and the whole band shimmy like the
shakers that they are, well versed in the vernacular of vehement Viking
boogie, shearing off all sorts of flab from this rock-fuck and distilling
it into some shit-scary flat-lining fuel.
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After
5 Scandinavia-only releases, someone has finally seen the good sense and
shoved out this comp to let the rest of us in on the big secret. And blow
me down with a camp kiss off into a coke filled cloakroom,
daaarrrllling, this is one HUUUGE secret. Livin' up to and
beyond all the expectations I had after hearing the name for a few years
through supports with Hanoi and featuring ex-Dog and Hunter sidekick Mr
Darrell Barf at one time, your lovin' or loathing of these diamond geezers
may well reside on that Supersuckers surmisation of 'You say cliché, I say
classic...' as this is classic rawkin' ,but not like bearded fuckwad
Richard Bransons's Virgin Radio, which'd shrink back from such lunatic
lock-in inducing frivolity like his company's very title. No, folks, this
is classic in a celebratory way, not to denote you're like yer dad or dig
cucumber sandwiches. Sure, it all sounds like The Faces but good holy
fuck, play a Faces record after this and it sure don't sound the same in
terms of feel and soul (ok cept for ol' Ronnie Lane) and it's been nipped,
tucked, fucked and plucked too into a leaner, lither, love machine...if my
chat with chums last night is anything to go by these guys'll be causing
rockas old and new to be musing on whether they're better than The Black
Crowes, just another Quireboys, or more. Fact is, singist Sulo has an
expressive, emotive, soulful voice that Crowe Chris was celebrated