Desert-sweating
outlaws Greenhaven play brawling Texan-style riff n’ roll with a
propulsive, elephant riding beat and lotsa slippery biker metal guitars.
They’re actually from Phoenix, and I’m sure folks occasionally shoot a man
just to watch him die in that town, too, but this just smells like
something from the bowels of South Texas. It’s pure attitude and ego, with
a strong, chest thumping vocal perf from Matt Strangeways and some clever
rock n’ roll lyrics (Well, ok, maybe not “She’s got the stars in her
eyes/I feel my temperature rise”, but “Propane and cocaine/I’ve rode more
rails than a freight train” is pretty cool, no?) to back up the greasy
fistfight rawk. Stylistically, I’d put ‘em somewhere between The Four
Horsemen and Puny Human, only with a healthy dose of crunchy grunge tossed
over the top. I dunno if their bass player Uncle Dave really has been
arrested more times than Mark Farner, but it sure sounds like it here. “The
Last Powerful Second” is a gleefully excessive throwback to the
good ol’ daze of beltbuckle metal, and I fuckin’ LIKE it, man. And
just like the good ol’ daze, Greenhaven don’t overstay their welcome. They
bash out ten meaty tracks and then split, sparing us the extra half hour
of filler. If only more bands stopped wasting my time with their
half-baked bullshit, I wouldn’t be old and gray already. So thank you,
Greenhaven. For everything.
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Desert-sweating
outlaws Greenhaven play brawling Texan-style riff n’ roll with a
propulsive, elephant riding beat and lotsa slippery biker metal guitars.
They’re actually from Phoenix, and I’m sure folks occasionally shoot a man
just to watch him die in that town, too, but this just smells like
something from the bowels of South Texas. It’s pure attitude and ego, with
a strong, chest thumping vocal perf from Matt Strangeways and some clever
rock n’ roll lyrics (Well, ok, maybe not “She’s got the stars in her
eyes/I feel my temperature rise”, but “Propane and cocaine/I’ve rode more
rails than a freight train” is pretty cool, no?) to back up the greasy
fistfight rawk. Stylistically, I’d put ‘em somewhere between The Four
Horsemen and Puny Human, only with a healthy dose of crunchy grunge tossed
over the top. I dunno if their bass player Uncle Dave really has been
arrested more times than Mark Farner, but it sure sounds like it here. “The
Last Powerful Second” is a gleefully excessive throwback to the
good ol’ daze of beltbuckle metal, and I fuckin’ LIKE it, man. And
just like the good ol’ daze, Greenhaven don’t overstay their welcome. They
bash out ten meaty tracks and then split, sparing us the extra half hour
of filler. If only more bands stopped wasting my time with their
half-baked bullshit, I wouldn’t be old and gray already. So thank you,
Greenhaven. For everything.
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