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Zamarro |
 Swiss
power trio (just like Hellhammer!) Zamarro
dragged their cowbells and flash-ass guitars and whiskey bellies all the
way to Grunge God Jack Endino’s Seattle studio/drugstore to get
that “heavy sound” on this master-blaster, and you know what sound
I’m talkin’ about, baby. Big, beefy, arena-wrecking, million dollar,
playing-the-chainsaw-with-yr-cock-flapping-in-the-breeze HARD ROCK
SUPER ACTION. Most bands don’t have this kind of conviction. Most
bands aren’t going to travel, literally, halfway around the globe
(probably closer to three-quarters, if ya want to get technical) to get
the maximum firepower out of their rock and roll. And, ya know, most bands
needn’t bother, anyway. It’s much cheaper to suck at home. But our
not-so-young bucks in Zamarro, well,
that’s a different story. JE fleshed these three evil sumbitches
out double-wide and triple thick, and “Lust in
Translation” sounds more like the whole fuckin’ Swiss Navy
barreling down on ya, instead of just three AWOL landlubbers. Of course,
all the knob twiddling on Heaven and Earth ain’t gonna save you unless you
Bring the Rock, and believe me, Zam
brought it. With a sound that snatches 70’s heavy rock riffs outta the sky
like lightning bolts and beats them into a post-stoner/sleaze groove with
a decidedly dark edge, Zamarro very
comfortably land in the Valley of the Super Rocker, where they may beat
their hairy chests and suck the eyeballs outta phony rock n’ roll’s jive
skull with like-minded warriors like Cracktorch (their closest
cousins, easy), Dirty Power, Hermano, and, just to be classy
about it, the Cult. Easy rolling biker metal, ego-star vox that
stare you straight in the eyes, and more cowbell than a Thin Lizzy/BTO
tour in 1976 all converge in an orgy of manly rock here. Best of all,
the songs are distinctive and catchy, not just mere doped up tone-droners.
Me, I like the flash-grunge boogie of “Breakdown” and the slinky
motorsleaze of “Faith”, but I’m more than happy to let you pick yr
own winners. Ya got plenty to choose from, that’s for sure. PS: Speaking of “Lost in Translation”, I dunno what Zamarro means. Bein’ Swiss, mebbe the name means something in their native tongue. Or perhaps they’re just named after a drunken Frenchman’s pronunciation of “Camaro”. Either way, it rolls of the tongue nicely, so let’s hope it translates to something sexy. ____________________________________________________ |
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-Sleazegrinder |