Perennial glam-trash flag waver
Jeff Dahl has always – always – been the
go-to glitter kid when it comes to sussing out who’s hot and who’s hotter
in the seething underworld of sleaze rock. Jeff practically invented the
Trash Brats, produced Fearless Leader, released a Gunfire Dance single,
and has recorded countless albums full of sonic bubblegum, sometimes all
by himself. So, it’s no wonder that he’d team up with Sweden’s Diamond
Dogs, the best Faces tribute band since the London Quireboys, for this
killer drunken dance party of an EP. The D. Dogs are, quite possibly, the
most consistently great songwriters in the genre, certainly since Tyla
in
his hey-day. They’ve got the classic 70’s Stones vibe down- the drawling
Keef guitars, the softly crying sax, the razzle-dazzle guttercat vocals,
the tambourines and the handclaps, the songs about girls that “blow your
mind supreme”. The total package, you know. The Dogs lead off here with 6
songs, all of ‘em spectacularly sleazy all-night rockers, even “I Wanna
Slip Into”, which devotes half it’s running time to weird falsetto disco.
Their closer, “Crooked Crutch”, is a jaw-dropper, too. As good as anything
the Black Crowes ever did. Maybe better.
Most dudes would run the other way if they had to follow that kind of
rock n’ roll massacre, but not our man Dahl – he shows up and blows up
with half a dozen trashy glitterpop numbers, including the epic, bloozy
“Black Train” and the slinky “Burn Down the Trailer Park”, a classic dose
of downtown slither, complete with gum-snapping back-up singers, that
would not sound out of place on a late 70’s Jim Carroll record. Dahl’s leaner, meaner punk rock approach makes for a nice complement to the
Diamond Dogs’ excess-is-best arena boogie. Oh, and it all ends in a twangy
cover of “Nice Boys Don’t Play Rock n’ Roll” from Dahl. As it should.