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Thee Fine Lines |
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straight outta Springfield, Missouri (where?!), Thee Fine Lines are
two bros and one foxy bass player (Trista Winn, a petite charmer
all gussied up like a French beatnik in her stripy shirt and hoop earrings
on the cd booklet!) who play raw, rock ‘em sock ‘em 60’s garage punk. Not
the phony cell phone commercial kinda stuff, mind you, which surprised me,
seeing as Trista has a pink bass, and the brothers look like Math
Club champs. I mean, they don’t LOOK like they’re gonna tear yr
throat out with gritty, savage rock n’ roll, but they do. Their sound is
somewhere ‘tween the Sonics and the Cramps, with a dirty lil’
dash o’ the gravelly raunch of the Mummies and the dive-bombing
snarl of the Dwarves, and hell, you can even fuckin’ DANCE
to this, if you know the Wooly Bully or the Sorority Shakedown. “Tears are
Rolling”, being the meanest song on the record ( “I’m gonna make you
cry!”) is my clear fave, but this one's an all-nite rocker, really.
Bitchin'.
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-Sleazegrinder |