TRASHTOWN THRILLERS
Demo
Trashtown Thrillers

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'I’m A Rocker, I’m A Roller...You look fine & I look allright’. With these simple lines the Thrillers lay their cards out, using good old time Rock’n’Roll imagery and the music to (biker) boot...rolling in, doors swinging, walking with that lop-sided gait that suggests you’ve been riding a horse, have too tight jeans and/or have the biggest about-to-burst balls in history. Picture it. Everything stops. Music, talking, people stare...the singer takes one mean-eyed look at the jukebox and it kicks into life with this...Classic Motorhead meets Thin Lizzy fuelled and fooled by boozed-up amphetamine bravado slugging ‘em back with AC/DC...hungry for the highway to hell (I’ll charitably forget the bit where it almost gropes Rainbows ‘All Night Long’),  riding shotgun with some fret finery that could collapse Brian Setzer’s quiff instantly, spearheaded by some Marlboro marred Arizona arid, ragged, parched vocals. A great song to grease your hair up to while you think about what boots to wear. As barrel-chested and road-ruling as Rose Tattoo’s best. You can visualise the hazy images, smell the booze, taste the fags. Unfortunately the other two tunes are still fucked from the night before. ‘Coming Down’ has a warped rockabilly riff being chewed on by Malcolm Young under the full moons’ spell that could rival AC/DC’s ‘Beating Around The Bush’ boogie bludgeoning but is too slow and long. It’s a bit too much of a stumble home in and out of the gutter. ‘Mad Mile’ shifts gears up again, gunning a Backyard Babies / Social Distortion riff and melody (‘Cold Feelings’) and a cheeky steal of ‘Another Girl, Another Planet’ to add to the list. I ain’t gonna be backwards about coming forwards to shout in yer lugholes that these songs would be as hard hitting as a rumble in an alleyway if that were as pleasurable as a tot of tequila, if they had some production power behind them. For now tho’, they have one brothel creeper hanging over the threshold ready to screech into your area and pick you up for a Cadillac cruise thru Trashtown.
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-Stu Gibson