Blamethrower.
Great name, right? From Detroit Rock City. Killer threads, too. So
what’s the skinny? Well, imagine that, it’s motorpunk. MC5 and
Iggy and Trash Brats-fueled, no doubt, but with a grungy,
almost-poppy kinda beat, which means they sound sorta like Gruntrunk
or Tad, if those burly, surly fuckers greased the wheels with globs
of glammy, dive-bombing raunch n’ roll; or mebbe Indy drunk punk kingpins
Sloppy Seconds, if they went the OTHER way. Complicated, but
true. Picks of the litter have gotta be the cock rockin’ “Hanging Out
Late”, and the Southern-fried sleaze-boogie of “Medicinal Whiskey”,
which wouldn’t be outta place on an Ironboss record. Elsewhere and
otherwise, it’s all rama-lama-fa-fa-fa, you know. “In Staccato Libido”
didn’t outright SLAY me or nothin’, but I dig what these cats are up
to. Rockin’. Rollin’. Throwin’ blame around. Solid.
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Blamethrower.
Great name, right? From Detroit Rock City. Killer threads, too. So
what’s the skinny? Well, imagine that, it’s motorpunk. MC5 and
Iggy and Trash Brats-fueled, no doubt, but with a grungy,
almost-poppy kinda beat, which means they sound sorta like Gruntrunk
or Tad, if those burly, surly fuckers greased the wheels with globs
of glammy, dive-bombing raunch n’ roll; or mebbe Indy drunk punk kingpins
Sloppy Seconds, if they went the OTHER way. Complicated, but
true. Picks of the litter have gotta be the cock rockin’ “Hanging Out
Late”, and the Southern-fried sleaze-boogie of “Medicinal Whiskey”,
which wouldn’t be outta place on an Ironboss record. Elsewhere and
otherwise, it’s all rama-lama-fa-fa-fa, you know. “In Staccato Libido”
didn’t outright SLAY me or nothin’, but I dig what these cats are up
to. Rockin’. Rollin’. Throwin’ blame around. Solid.