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 Seems like all my ol' pals worship at their feet, and while I really dug
summa their older songs that are a little more special (Miss Jill,
Singin'
With The Alleycats) that they'd added more of their own genuine flavor to,
so much of the time, Sweden's finest still seem to trade in offering us
alot
of mere rehash. Refried Dreams, as the Cheater Slicks say. Then again, If
yer gonna muck about with the classics, at least, be this good at it.
Musically, the DIAMOND DOGS are easily in league with any of my top faves.
The singer's got fabulous pipes, they're better than the Black Crowes. Not
as intimate as the Verve. Not as original as Dogs D'Amour, not as
heartfelt as the Quireboys. If you're a big Faces/Stones fan and were as
unphased bythat last Hanoi Rocks album as I was, or got sick of Jet, this
is still your favorite current rock band. Lacking in enough originality,
but sonically, it's undeniably, top-shelf, bluesey glam, so why the fook
not?
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