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KID VOODOO Jukebox Treasures demo - Voodoo 1 __________________________________________________ |
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'Dance To The Sound Of The Jukebox Treasures The line at the top of this piece is not just a lyric. These tales from the Deep South of some erstwhile parallel universe entirely of their own making will see you and yours doing just that. C'mom, all ye faithful sinners. Collect your entry coupon for the carnal carnival and be aroused and caroused by the Hellbound house band from the casino in purgatory. Further info: fido_1950s@yahoo.co.uk __________________________________________________ |
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-Stu Gibson |
Kid Voodoo are 'Manchester's best band' quoth forth
GoldBlade's Johny
Skullknuckles recently (he also recorded this demo), and I, the drunk in
the pulpit with a pen in his hand, quite readily agree. The undiscovered
saints of the Manchester underworld. Musically, ya hear? A seductive,
sultry, full-lipped suck on a cigarette and an alluring locked look in the
eyes across a smoky bar, exhaling a sinicious Cairpirinha fumed breath of
pure intoxication, suffusing your senses straight away with opener 'Soul Grito', a svelte little dancefloor disorientation shaker of sin,
enchanting you down into the lair of Kid Voodoo and his cohorts...'I'm a
man and I lose control / When you come a-suckin' on my soul'...slapping
down fables like an Ace of Spades on a Vegas table dealing delights to
'Baby Cat Face' in lean and mean eyed marine cat crushed velvet crooning
Chris Isaac sensuous style but spitting grit from some dissolute desert as
yet uncharted by man, mere man, shimmering on the breeze blowing the
tumbleweeds into 'The Ballad Of Johnny Black and Lucy White', sat squarely
in the middle of this CD, arms around its pardners cigar in mouth like a
Mafiosi boss who just took control of another schmuck's operation, some
stiletto strutting centrefold caressing guitar work from the hand of the
Malpaso Man over Dr Danny Ace's 'Fever' meets 'Blank Generation' bassline.
A psychedelic spaghetti western garage strip bar classic that exudes the
arid heat of a Nevada roadhouse as well as the tequila tumbles. However
this is just a tantalising taster, a sleazy teaser before the tumultuous
double-shot demon-drubbing ending of 'Working On The 8th Nerve', a
voluptuous big-eyed pin-up that recalls The Cramps at their juddering 'Flamejob!'
hellfried best, and personal deathrattle boogie favourite o' mine, the
Capt Fido drum fuelled '3D Jesus', dipping into the saddlebag of myth and
introducing us to a Stagger Lee / Jangling Jack figure for the Voodoo
souls. An anthem for well-plumed youth matched only by their own earlier
masterpiece 'Weird Scene Addict'.