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Any Given Day |
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normally Canuck-centric Amp Records spread it's leathery tendrils
all the way across the Atlantic to scoop up this band o' mouthy, snotty,
limey sex-punks. Any Given Day are led
by one Libby, a pink haired punkette who's throaty, strained vox
are a deadringer for Wendy O, and whose outfits - used leather,
ripped fishnets - bring to mind a young Beki Bondage. Cept I dunno
that Beki was ever into Motley Crue. S'true,
AGD toss plenty 0f 80's
flash metal licks into their sonic stew
of 77 punk, pop-hooks, and razor glam. Kinda like the Erotics with
tits. Perverts and Pornstars are somethin' I know plenty about, and
I am happy to report that this here rekkid is a swell representation of
both. Big hit of the platter has gotta be the manic singalong Ramones-cop
"Rock n' Roll Rehab", both for it's sock-hop beat and it's
pogo-powered chorus. Or maybe it's the glam-metal tinged "Scream My
Name at Nite", which sounds kinda like Patty Smythe, if
Scandal were American Heartbreak. Or maybe it's the jagged
sneer of "Lipstick Sex". Or maybe...look, it's a hot album, dig?
Hooks, looks, the whole show. Get one, if ya like sex. Or Rock and roll.
Either one. ____________________________________________________ |
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-Sleazegrinder |