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The Drakes |
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know, it strikes me that ALL bands from Detroit oughta sound
like this – like bullet-eating, ass-kicking, freewheel burning, sleazy-ass
rock n’ roll motherfuckers. I mean, that’s the kinda town it IS, so
why wouldn’t you, right? Well, you know why – ‘cuz most of the
bands in that town are phonies and pussies, just like every other
town. But not the Drakes, baby. The Drakes have got the
Murder City fever, the pulse, the thin rivulet of blood dripping down your
brow after a 3 AM altercation in a gas station parking lot. They’ve got
that particular Detroit stench of gasoline and sweat and terror and
whores and dirty secrets all over ‘em. I dunno if the Drakes are
bros-in-arms with hometown villains the Lanternjack, but they are
certainly sonic and spiritual kin, blasting out one caustic, dive-bombing
swagger-rocker after another. Their sound is part speedzone motorpunk,
part Dead Boys, part drug-fried devilbilly, part
flash metal, and all RAWK, and it
absolutely does not fuck around. The big hit on this ‘un has gotta be “Easy
Way Out”, since it sounds like “Diamond Dogs” era Bowie,
the Fluid, and fuckin’ Poison all the same time, which, as
you might guess, is some good goddamn time. Or it might be “Sold”,
the Stooges-on-Penzoil track. Or maybe it’s the rip-snorting
opener “Wasted”, which sounds like Evel Knievel on a
drunk-ass tear, beating the shit outta hookers with a metal trash barrel.
Or something like that. Anyway, the Drakes just SLAY on this
too-brief EP, man. I dunno what a Drake is, but I do know yr gonna
want to be one after hearing this. Rock and roll doesn’t get much more
savage than this. Click here to buy the Drakes EP from Sleazegrinder for only $6.00! ______________________________________________________ |
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