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 Man,
there’s some strange brew in those Kentucky stills. Smacks! is a two- man
gang from Lexington who play almost comically primitive gutbucket garage slop.
It’s scary, desperate stuff that more often than not devolves into ugly,
abusive noise. So, of course, they call themselves a ‘glitterbilly’ band.
Hell, the guitar guy even wears make-up! This gloriously weird album is
divided into chapters (and subchapters), much like some ghey European
power metal band would. Except Smacks! are not ghey, they are terrifying.
Some of the songs (or sub-songs, whatever) seem to be mutated Kiss and Bad
Company covers (I swear I heard Black Diamond in there
somewhere, and “Sex Apple” IS “All Right Now”),
and when the dudes get around to singing, it all starts to gel, in an
early Redd Kross kinda way. Mostly, though, it’s a mudbath, and I like it.
It’s exactly what would happen if a couple of retarded guys in a Harry
Crews novel formed a band in between burning down the barn and fucking a
goat in the ass. Glitterbilly forever! _______________________________________________________ |