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"The Only Thing I Remember Is Drinking Lots Of
Beer..."
 LA's
Dead Idols deal in Supersuckers and Rose Tattoo
twin Les Paul lethal razor-sharp punk'n'roll and I'm
sure have 'Nice Boys Don't Play Rock'n'Roll' spray
painted on their rehearsal room walls. But there's a
bang on time and spot on place for beery bonhomie good
time Rock'n'Rollin', and Dead Idols know that. Which is why they start their record with a whole stinkin'
greasy mound of it and don't let up piling it on till
the very end, and that was probably only cos the
engineer passed out from the fumes from their booze
sodden souls. It's not gonna change the world and so
what it's enough to know it's here. (The album, not
the world, I'm aware of that in the main). 'Band You
Wanna Hang' barges in unsteadily on its feet, having
cadged a lift with Dick Manitoba, taking 'Faster and
Louder' and literally making it...y'know...are you
following? 'Facebreaker' is a classic Supersuckers all
wah's to the floor bubblegum bozo anthem, walking tall
over to the bar to talk tough with Thin Lizzy.
'Deathrace' grabs the riff from 'I Don't Need No
Doctor' and watches with glee as they get it drunker
and drunker, then take it down to the drag strip.
'Last Of The Cowboys' and the pop-tastic 'Girl Down On
The Street' are both songs that stick in your head and
scratch at you making you think they're other songs,
and are possibly two of the best here. I can imagine
The Yo-Yo's doing 'Girl...'. There's just something so
sublime about cranked up 'n' fizzy Les Paul overload,
oh Lordy. Aaaaaah. 'Smile' is a surf-tinged Ramones-y
roller and lives up to its title in the chorus 'Let's
go to my place / Let's have some fun'. And so you go
to their pad and sit on the sofa to find yourself
stuck to it as it's caked in beer and fag ends. You
can hear the cans been cracked and spray spurting
everywhere, running rampage like it's the first party
you've ever been to after someone's folks went on
holiday. 'We've Seen It All' is similarly bouncy and
good-natured shout-along and should have ya swingin' a
go-go all over gods garden. One little gripe is that
over 14 songs it can get a bit of a chore, and I've
been taking it in short sweet blasts. Hell, even
Supersuckers mighty, and mighty long, for them,
'Sacrilicious Sounds...' gets a bit much. It does
however say on the tin to 'Burn as many copies as you
like'. If you do, buy 'em a beer or two, eh? Perfect
for anyone missing the kinda jazz-grease that the Junk label used to put out, if not better. 5/7
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