RED INVASION
I’m Not Too Young to Die Pelado Records ________________________________________________________
So
these dudes are local; they’re probably crawling up my street right now,
crazy-eyed and breathing heavy, wasted on youth and glue and whatever else
they can get their greasy mitts on. And that’s good news, because Boston’s
been ridiculous lately. No Fun City, USA. Red Invasion will probably not
change that painful fact, but they will light up a few Saturday nights
around here in a riot of sleazy, hook-heavy snot rock in the fine
tradition of latter-day Heartbreakers/Dead Boys tributes like the
Revolvers, the Bones, or the Marvels. You know, lyrics about dying young
spat out by an amped-up Stiv-abee, swaggering Thunders guitar solos, a
pogo-ready rhythm section, howl-along choruses, that kinda scene.
“Disconnected” is the standout here, a real teenage temper tantrum with an
awesomely primitive stab at a harmonica solo halfway through, and the
Dolls-y closer “Worst Nightmare” has the potential to grow into an epic,
burn-the-shithouse-to-the-ground monster live. The other tracks on this
short-but-sweet disc are a little too punk n’ roll by the numbers for
their own good, but I’m guessing Red Invasion are gonna develop into a
dangerous, druggy, virgin-killing juggernaut of beastly punk-sleaze
sometime soon, so check ‘em out while their young and desperate, and
prepare yourself for the shitstorm to come.
So
these dudes are local; they’re probably crawling up my street right now,
crazy-eyed and breathing heavy, wasted on youth and glue and whatever else
they can get their greasy mitts on. And that’s good news, because Boston’s
been ridiculous lately. No Fun City, USA. Red Invasion will probably not
change that painful fact, but they will light up a few Saturday nights
around here in a riot of sleazy, hook-heavy snot rock in the fine
tradition of latter-day Heartbreakers/Dead Boys tributes like the
Revolvers, the Bones, or the Marvels. You know, lyrics about dying young
spat out by an amped-up Stiv-abee, swaggering Thunders guitar solos, a
pogo-ready rhythm section, howl-along choruses, that kinda scene.
“Disconnected” is the standout here, a real teenage temper tantrum with an
awesomely primitive stab at a harmonica solo halfway through, and the
Dolls-y closer “Worst Nightmare” has the potential to grow into an epic,
burn-the-shithouse-to-the-ground monster live. The other tracks on this
short-but-sweet disc are a little too punk n’ roll by the numbers for
their own good, but I’m guessing Red Invasion are gonna develop into a
dangerous, druggy, virgin-killing juggernaut of beastly punk-sleaze
sometime soon, so check ‘em out while their young and desperate, and
prepare yourself for the shitstorm to come.