The Nerds A Black Star Burning Trails to Nowhere Scarey Records
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Italian
skuzz n’ roll champs the Nerds deliver the goods with this hairy n’
scary battering ram of…well, I’m not exactly sure WHAT the Nerds
are doing here, but it’s kinda like a cross ‘tween
blood-and-brains-on-the-pavement street punk and Motorhead-inspired
cocained-frenzy motorsleaze. Like if you took Black Flag and the
Necros (long haired, drunk versh, natch) outside and, like, shot at
their feet and yelled at ‘em to dance, this is the songs they’d write about
later, after you split. It’s fast, it’s furious, and it’s most decidedly
FUCKED. Usually, Italian bands don’t seem this, uh, aggravated,
but these cats are PISSED about everything, and crazy, to boot. If
this is what passes for nerds in Italy, baby, I don’t wanna run in to the
BAD ASSES anytime soon. Oh, and just like any cabal of bad guys, they’ve
got a secret weapon in one Monkey Motherfucker, the greatest sleaze
rock guitar player-who-may-also-be-a-serial-killer on the market today, man.
I mean, this cat sounds like he’s actively trying to KILL his
instrument the whole time, just a hack n’ slash riff-off of acid-punk-sleaze
rawk action. Of course, 90% of the time he’s merely thrashing towards the
finish line, but the Nerdsreally get cookin’ when the band
slows down to more chest-thumping, cock rock kinda pace, as on “Satan’s
Rise” (OF COURSE “Satan’s Rise” is gonna be a sex song,
baby!), the slinky, kinky “Black Sheep”, and the eat ‘em and smile
flash Bastardry of “Fresh Meat for Hungry People”. But, ya know, the
fast stuff is pretty rockin’, too. If ya dig yr music evil, this is most
DEFINITELY the place to get yr kicks. Bitchin’ slaughter-barn artwork by
El Bat, too. Pretty much the only reason not to get this here
Nerds rekkid is if you actually ARE a nerd, man. And you’re not,
are ya?
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Italian
skuzz n’ roll champs the Nerds deliver the goods with this hairy n’
scary battering ram of…well, I’m not exactly sure WHAT the Nerds
are doing here, but it’s kinda like a cross ‘tween
blood-and-brains-on-the-pavement street punk and Motorhead-inspired
cocained-frenzy motorsleaze. Like if you took Black Flag and the
Necros (long haired, drunk versh, natch) outside and, like, shot at
their feet and yelled at ‘em to dance, this is the songs they’d write about
later, after you split. It’s fast, it’s furious, and it’s most decidedly
FUCKED. Usually, Italian bands don’t seem this, uh, aggravated,
but these cats are PISSED about everything, and crazy, to boot. If
this is what passes for nerds in Italy, baby, I don’t wanna run in to the
BAD ASSES anytime soon. Oh, and just like any cabal of bad guys, they’ve
got a secret weapon in one Monkey Motherfucker, the greatest sleaze
rock guitar player-who-may-also-be-a-serial-killer on the market today, man.
I mean, this cat sounds like he’s actively trying to KILL his
instrument the whole time, just a hack n’ slash riff-off of acid-punk-sleaze
rawk action. Of course, 90% of the time he’s merely thrashing towards the
finish line, but the Nerds really get cookin’ when the band
slows down to more chest-thumping, cock rock kinda pace, as on “Satan’s
Rise” (OF COURSE “Satan’s Rise” is gonna be a sex song,
baby!), the slinky, kinky “Black Sheep”, and the eat ‘em and smile
flash Bastardry of “Fresh Meat for Hungry People”. But, ya know, the
fast stuff is pretty rockin’, too. If ya dig yr music evil, this is most
DEFINITELY the place to get yr kicks. Bitchin’ slaughter-barn artwork by
El Bat, too. Pretty much the only reason not to get this here
Nerds rekkid is if you actually ARE a nerd, man. And you’re not,
are ya?