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THE LAST VEGAS
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Seal the
Deal is a glorious mix of motor oil, sweaty thighs, 70s chest thump, and
grinding, blue collar riffs, like the Golden Gods meets Nashville Pussy,
if you will, which means the people really diggin’ this one are burnouts,
bikers, bitches, and you. There’s also plenty of Buckcherry/Crystal Pistol
glam punk vibe here, so you’ll have no problem taking one or more of those
bitches home at the end of the night. Just make sure you grab ‘em round
the waist and lick their earlobes during “All the Way” or “Ain’t a Good
Man,” and you’ll have no problem, um, sealing the deal. Oh yeah, if you’re
like me and think, ‘Man, these guys sound exactly like The Nastys,’ it’s
because former Nastys singer Chad Cherry is now working the vox for the
Last Vegas. Like I said, it ain’t so much about revolution for these guys,
but they got evolution down hard and fast. |
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-Jeff Warren |
So, in a
matter of a few years, the Last Vegas have gone from garage-inspired
thunder boogie bluesmen to depraved raunch n’ roll demons to their current
incarnation of hip shakin’, slick dicked madmen with a Motor City flare
for the goddamn fantastic. That’s a lot of ground to cover in such a short
time, but these fuckers have laid it down perfectly, and I think they’ve
finally found the sound they’ve been driving toward. Of course, I could be
wrong and their next album will be a total glam epic, complete with
confetti canons and bird on a wire haircuts, but for right now we’d be
wise to suck back the whiskey n’ cherry flavored rawk aphrodisiac they’re
offering us here.