The
Miami rock mafia’s invasion continues. First the Remnants with
their soul-punk assault, and now this, this creepy-crawly slab of ripsaw
sickabilly from the awesomely named Dead Hookers Bridge Club. These
fuckers will really drop your jaw to the floor. Imagine the Cramps, just
way weirder. Like if Lux was a helium addict and Ivy used her guitar
mostly to squash imaginary bugs. It’s jumpy, freaked-out rock n’ roll from
a trio of ruthless kicks-hounds. Speed-punk closer “Russian Roulette”
has the most greaser-gloss to it. The rest of ‘em are pure ugly, served up
raw and bloody. And I can dig it, baby. _______________________________________________________
The
Miami rock mafia’s invasion continues. First the Remnants with
their soul-punk assault, and now this, this creepy-crawly slab of ripsaw
sickabilly from the awesomely named Dead Hookers Bridge Club. These
fuckers will really drop your jaw to the floor. Imagine the Cramps, just
way weirder. Like if Lux was a helium addict and Ivy used her guitar
mostly to squash imaginary bugs. It’s jumpy, freaked-out rock n’ roll from
a trio of ruthless kicks-hounds. Speed-punk closer “Russian Roulette”
has the most greaser-gloss to it. The rest of ‘em are pure ugly, served up
raw and bloody. And I can dig it, baby.