GHETTO WAYS Solid Brown
Alien Snatch! ________________________________________________________
'Baby I'm gonna LAUGH when you rip my heart
out...'
Movin' and shakin' sultrily, slinkily and sexily
through 12 songs in 29 minutes Ghetto Ways don't fuckin' mess about. A
rock rollin' riot condensing only the very best bits of MC5's 'Back In The
USA' and 'Sister Anne' garage grime, gritty funk 'n' fury and testosterone
testifying ('Get Up') with some righteous Lemmy superfuzz bass (the
delinquent dancefloor dazzle on 'Say Yeah' in particular) running into the guttersludge guitar then spinning out in formation like a stuka strafing
some unsuspecting refugees. Tho, happily in this case the refugees are
decidedly lucky as they are, in fact, US!, people. Yup, you and me and the
people that you'll burn this record for. 'Boys Dollars Bars' struts and pouts and is as coolly
classy and pop sassy as Blondie ever were tho with a whole loada attitude
borne of sweat and toil and the desperation inherent in all the best
Rock'n'Roll, and has a nice split boy / girl vocal. Other ruckfuck
strutters like 'Way 2 Late' and pneumatic psychosis 'Beat Me Down'
firebomb your senses, kinda Dead Boys with sex appeal, if it were
possible, the artificial insemination of the Ig with Stiv and Lux giving
birth in a Vegass mud-wrestling pit with the lass from The 440's as
midwife. Praise be and be thankful that underneath all the 'garage' rawk
swill that somehow surfaced a few years ago there are still fuckers,
drunkards doing sublimely sexy and dirty things with guitars and guts. A
colossal avalanche of colon crushing crotch scratching rawk'n'roll, lean
but pumped full of all kinds of shot in arm additives to lift any
depression. It may even make you touch yourself with restless abandon
dreaming of degradation and danger. _______________________________________________________
Movin' and shakin' sultrily, slinkily and sexily
through 12 songs in 29 minutes Ghetto Ways don't fuckin' mess about. A
rock rollin' riot condensing only the very best bits of MC5's 'Back In The
USA' and 'Sister Anne' garage grime, gritty funk 'n' fury and testosterone
testifying ('Get Up') with some righteous Lemmy superfuzz bass (the
delinquent dancefloor dazzle on 'Say Yeah' in particular) running into the guttersludge guitar then spinning out in formation like a stuka strafing
some unsuspecting refugees. Tho, happily in this case the refugees are
decidedly lucky as they are, in fact, US!, people. Yup, you and me and the
people that you'll burn this record for. 'Boys Dollars Bars' struts and pouts and is as coolly
classy and pop sassy as Blondie ever were tho with a whole loada attitude
borne of sweat and toil and the desperation inherent in all the best
Rock'n'Roll, and has a nice split boy / girl vocal. Other ruckfuck
strutters like 'Way 2 Late' and pneumatic psychosis 'Beat Me Down'
firebomb your senses, kinda Dead Boys with sex appeal, if it were
possible, the artificial insemination of the Ig with Stiv and Lux giving
birth in a Vegass mud-wrestling pit with the lass from The 440's as
midwife. Praise be and be thankful that underneath all the 'garage' rawk
swill that somehow surfaced a few years ago there are still fuckers,
drunkards doing sublimely sexy and dirty things with guitars and guts. A
colossal avalanche of colon crushing crotch scratching rawk'n'roll, lean
but pumped full of all kinds of shot in arm additives to lift any
depression. It may even make you touch yourself with restless abandon
dreaming of degradation and danger.