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The Nads |
 After
drooling over the MC5 and Thin Lizzy name droppin’ cheat
sheet, I practically had my dick in my hand when I plugged this fucker
in. The Nads are an SF-based collective of punks-gone hard rock
(or vice versa, whichever sounds sexier to you) that aim to weld
stuffed-crotch arena rock thunderboogie with gonzo punk. Do they achieve
this lofty goal? Sorta. Problem is, they only shoot outta one barrel at
a time. So, ya get a Stones-y throb and Motochrist
killer-thriller cock rock geetars on the sleazy “Saigon Hooker”,
but then they slam right into the angular Aussie-style punk of “Firecracker”.
It’s like fire n’ ice, man. “The Curse” is bomb-throwing MC5-fried
freak n’ roll, and it’s followed by “Tommy, Johnny”, a beach punk
tune that smashes a Replacements riff into a Ramones riff.
And so on. So, I reckon that if yr a punk rocker, then the Nads
really nail this bitch on the nasty-ass Stiv death rattle of “Omega
Man” (although the cowbell might throw you) and if yer a honcho
mustache sportin’ rawk n’ roll savage, then the Nads truly hit
their stride in the bass-driven cosmic fuck jam “Boffin’s Necklace”,
which sounds like Dirty Power wrestling gators with Fu Manchu
on Planet Freakout. And if you straddle both sides of the fence, well,
ain’t it your lucky fuckin’ day? “Backasswards”, as the name
suggests, is a solid, if sorta schizo-frenetic, dose of punk/rock
indulgence. Bi-rockuals take note. _____________________________________________________ |
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-Sleazegrinder |