THE BLOODY HOLLIES
If Footmen Tire You… Alive ________________________________________________________
Round two from these drunk and dangerous garage brawlers from Buffalo,
NY (now expanded to a four-piece) amps up their bare-knuckled approach to
Street Sweeper levels – either find a place to hide when the whapadang
comes down (the teeth-rattling feedback that heralds “Cut It Loose” is the
only warning you get), or take the Hollies’ full-bore sonic assault like a
man. My advice is: go for the latter, ‘cause soaking in main headcase Wesley Doyle’s evilbilly hellspawn guitar and scorched vocals is like a
reverse colonic: it’s gonna put toxins into your body, which is what you
need to survive in today’s mean world, my friend. And the ladies, they
won’t be able to resist you. Maybe you wanna buy two copies of this CD,
just to be safe.
Round two from these drunk and dangerous garage brawlers from Buffalo,
NY (now expanded to a four-piece) amps up their bare-knuckled approach to
Street Sweeper levels – either find a place to hide when the whapadang
comes down (the teeth-rattling feedback that heralds “Cut It Loose” is the
only warning you get), or take the Hollies’ full-bore sonic assault like a
man. My advice is: go for the latter, ‘cause soaking in main headcase Wesley Doyle’s evilbilly hellspawn guitar and scorched vocals is like a
reverse colonic: it’s gonna put toxins into your body, which is what you
need to survive in today’s mean world, my friend. And the ladies, they
won’t be able to resist you. Maybe you wanna buy two copies of this CD,
just to be safe.