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BRAND NEW SIN |
 Brand New Sin are from New
York, although they sound like cowboys from hell, and they’ve only got two
guitarists, although it sounds like they’ve got 7 of ‘em, at least. They
play desperately heavy, violent, Southern-fried riff n’ roll better than
most actual Southerners do, and on this ass-stomping sophomore
full-length, they very nearly out-COC Pepper and the boys. Seriously. The
riffs are like big fuckin’ slabs of prime rib cooked to perfection, all
chewy and bloody; the rhythm section sounds like steam locomotives
smashing into each other and killing everyone on board, and the vocals are
like your biker uncle’s gone fucking crazy and has taken over the downtown
Tampa VA hospital.* It’s sick, Jack. I’d run through the highlights, but
you know, what’s the difference between the 7th and 8th bullet, if they
all end up lodged in your chest? Just trust me, if you like rock n’ roll
that pulverizes you and everybody else at the BBQ, then get this, light it up,
and run for cover.
*My Uncle Peter actually did this, that’s how I know.
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-Sleazegrinder |