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Nagg |
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front, a foxy denim demoness, all hair and hips and a big, bloozy wail,
somewhere between Patty Smythe and Joan Jett. Behind her, a
buncha snappy dressers in shag haircuts, skinny and greasy, pumping out a
nice n’ sleazy wallop of Stones-y rock n’ roll. The dudes are ex-Flakes,
and the howler is named Amy. She used to play Bon in
AC/D-She, case yer wondering. Together, they are
Nagg, San Francisco’s latest gift to the
ears and crotches of teenage America. I hope those fuckin’ brats are
ready.  Straight
outta the gate, opener “The Beauty and the Bitch” establishes a
decidedly vintage vibe, with 70’s arena-rock riffs and Amy’s sexy, raspy
yelping, and you can just SEE them, Nagg,
splashed across the cover of Creem magazine in the summer of 1975,
wearing tight pants and smiling, narcotic and wealthy. Inside, there’s
pics of ‘em signing groupies asses backstage on their package tour with
Blue Oyster Cult and Slade. Lester Bangs writes about
how much Amy sounds like a fuckable Linda Ronstadt, and predicts
that Nagg will outsell the Bay City
Rollers AND Procul Harem in 1976. The proto-glam “Branded
on My Heart” and biker-rock shakedown “Gimme Something” both
become huge, major hit singles. They appear on the Midnight Special,
right between the Godz and the Runaways. And everybody loves
them, forever and ever. Or at least until punk shows up. Well, that’s the way I imagine it’d go, anyway. All I really know is that Nagg rock like crazy, like Sweatmaster with a hippy chick up front, or like Heart with half of the New York Dolls backing ‘em up. In other words, they’re a stone groove, baby. Don’t miss out on this one. Unless you LIKE being square. _______________________________________________________ |
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-Sleazegrinder |