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 First-ever
demo from a trio of
Albuquerque
desperados who formed last October and recorded this a mere two months
later. That’s not a lot of time to hone your chops enough to send ‘em out
into the ether, but these fellas, they got drive. Their sound is gutmeat
n’ taters Southern fried riff n’ roll, fancied-up quite a bit by the
flying fingers of showboating guit slinger, Alan Edmonds. The cat has
obviously got talent to spare, but he tends to overplay on easy, greasy
choogles like “I Don’t Care” and “Who Am I”,
outshining his thrashing, bashing pardners. That’s not a problem in more
florid genres, but this is puke-at-the-picnic rebel rouser stuff, and it’s
supposed to sound tighted and united, ya know? They’ll figure it out, I’m
sure, but in the meantime, check these growlers out if ya dig COC, Brand
New Sin, Black Label Society, alla that.
PS: I really dig the simple, cartoony cover a lot. The background is
tweed. You don’t see a lot of tweed in rock n’ roll these days. _______________________________________________________ |