The Slags – S/T
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Bands
like the Slags remind me why I sold my soul to rock n’ roll in the
first place. These NYC superrockers- hot chick on drums, various tattooed
cats on side-burns, flame-guitar and sneers-play glammy cock n’ roll that
staggers around in all the right directions, from Suthin’ riff n’ roll to
Sweet-style glitter rock whenever the mood hits ‘em. Mostly, tho, it’s
sleazy arena rock guitars and big pop hooks, not unlike their hometown
forebears the New York Loose and D-Generation, or mebbe their
modern-day Gotham City counterparts, Joker Five Speed and the
Sex Slaves. This killer 6-song EP is just one big ol’ jukebox-ready
glam-bang of superhits, from the Dixie raunch of “Show and Tell” to
the flash metal -meets- Dollsy swagger n’ roll of “We are the Slags”
to the screamlong cock rock of “Son With a Gun”. I dunno, maybe it’s
cuz they’re from NYC and were therefore born hip, but these fuckers are just
effortlessly cool. Cool threads, cool tunes, cool everything, man. You know,
the total package. I’ve been spinning this one since it arrived at Sleaze
HQ a few weeks ago- hell, I was spinning it when I was supposed to be
reviewing other records. I’d probably be spinning it right fuckin’ now if I
wasn’t scribbling this in the back of a van. I guess what I mean to say is
that the Slags fuckin’ ROCK, man, and if you like to rock,
too- and who the hell doesn’t- I highly suggest you pay ‘em a visit and
score yr own copy o’ this. Unless you already blew yr dough on that pussy
Brides of Destruction record, or something stupid like that.
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Bands
like the Slags remind me why I sold my soul to rock n’ roll in the
first place. These NYC superrockers- hot chick on drums, various tattooed
cats on side-burns, flame-guitar and sneers-play glammy cock n’ roll that
staggers around in all the right directions, from Suthin’ riff n’ roll to
Sweet-style glitter rock whenever the mood hits ‘em. Mostly, tho, it’s
sleazy arena rock guitars and big pop hooks, not unlike their hometown
forebears the New York Loose and D-Generation, or mebbe their
modern-day Gotham City counterparts, Joker Five Speed and the
Sex Slaves. This killer 6-song EP is just one big ol’ jukebox-ready
glam-bang of superhits, from the Dixie raunch of “Show and Tell” to
the flash metal -meets- Dollsy swagger n’ roll of “We are the Slags”
to the screamlong cock rock of “Son With a Gun”. I dunno, maybe it’s
cuz they’re from NYC and were therefore born hip, but these fuckers are just
effortlessly cool. Cool threads, cool tunes, cool everything, man. You know,
the total package. I’ve been spinning this one since it arrived at Sleaze
HQ a few weeks ago- hell, I was spinning it when I was supposed to be
reviewing other records. I’d probably be spinning it right fuckin’ now if I
wasn’t scribbling this in the back of a van. I guess what I mean to say is
that the Slags fuckin’ ROCK, man, and if you like to rock,
too- and who the hell doesn’t- I highly suggest you pay ‘em a visit and
score yr own copy o’ this. Unless you already blew yr dough on that pussy
Brides of Destruction record, or something stupid like that.