The
first thing I noticed about this one (well, after admiring the fine oil
painting on the cover; nothing like purple tits on a chick that’s packing
heat) was the quite wonderful title. Turns out it came from a line in a
review I wrote for a demo of theirs. So, good taste prevails here. On to
the tunes. The Bonnie Parkers are a buncha Romans, and they play
greasy, cock in yr pocket garage rock with punk purity and just a whiff of
pop sensibility. It’s all ragged and rockin’, and although there’s no
mega-hit on here, the awesomely titled “My Girl Drinks More Than Me”
reminds me of Radar Love, so let’s call that one the
standout. Real shack shaking stuff here, so check them out if ya dig
loose-legged guitars and horndog hollering. _______________________________________________________
The
first thing I noticed about this one (well, after admiring the fine oil
painting on the cover; nothing like purple tits on a chick that’s packing
heat) was the quite wonderful title. Turns out it came from a line in a
review I wrote for a demo of theirs. So, good taste prevails here. On to
the tunes. The Bonnie Parkers are a buncha Romans, and they play
greasy, cock in yr pocket garage rock with punk purity and just a whiff of
pop sensibility. It’s all ragged and rockin’, and although there’s no
mega-hit on here, the awesomely titled “My Girl Drinks More Than Me”
reminds me of Radar Love, so let’s call that one the
standout. Real shack shaking stuff here, so check them out if ya dig
loose-legged guitars and horndog hollering.