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 Hey,
does Velcro Lewis know this
New York
mob used the same sarcastic title as he did on his last record? (Answer:
he does now.) But that’s beside the point. The brilliantly named Johnny
Thursday and his Friday Knights are not gonna ruin shit.
Instead, they will lift your spirits, your wallet, and your girlfriend’s
skirt with their frantic, greasy rattle n’ roll. Johnny sounds kinda like
a reedy Bon Scott, which adds a nice touch of raunch to proceedings, but
mostly this is speedy, 50’s-fried poolhall rock with bursts of downtown
Johnny Thunders solos and plenty of dancefloor-baiting retro rhythm. The
exception is “The Kneedropper”, a swanky, Hammond-drenched
neo-soul ballad, complete with girl back-up singers. Otherwise, JT and his
Friday Knights keep it light and keep it movin’. They even manage to turn
the Misfits’ evilbilly classic “Where Eagles Dare” into a
sorority shakedown. Even Danzig hisself would crack a smile over these
cats. But then the world would end, so better keep that freak out of this.
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