TRIPLE HEX Phantom Highway 13 Thigh High ________________________________________________________
Brooklyn's
Triple Hex are vagabond vampire dragriders round deserted city streets heading out to some mythical twilit
wilderness ruin of their own construct in boneshakin' Buicks for late
night all night bacchanalia screeching n' a-careening wildly across those
big white lines concentrating on combing their hair in the rearview while
cutting up traffic unawares and pissing off the redneck truckers like only
the greasiest sassiest Rockabilly motherfuckers can fuelled on
Crampcranking stompin' sluice juice and Johnny Burnette twangy tangy
sauce, recorded in a canyon for the roadhog reverb. Title track steals a
kiss and twists the rubber knickers of 'Garbageman' and? Well, I'm fucking
glad something does y'know. That it then wipes it's guitar strings with
the moist nocturnal emissions is even more to get excited about. Garbled,
unhinged vocals recall Mr Lux for sure but lyrically you wouldn't find
'Stranger's Kiss' ('3 more days and I'll be back in your lovin' arms')
spat from that particular interior. Tough, kitschy, cranky. A lounge band
for some lizard race from a far off land. _______________________________________________________
Brooklyn's
Triple Hex are vagabond vampire dragriders round deserted city streets heading out to some mythical twilit
wilderness ruin of their own construct in boneshakin' Buicks for late
night all night bacchanalia screeching n' a-careening wildly across those
big white lines concentrating on combing their hair in the rearview while
cutting up traffic unawares and pissing off the redneck truckers like only
the greasiest sassiest Rockabilly motherfuckers can fuelled on
Crampcranking stompin' sluice juice and Johnny Burnette twangy tangy
sauce, recorded in a canyon for the roadhog reverb. Title track steals a
kiss and twists the rubber knickers of 'Garbageman' and? Well, I'm fucking
glad something does y'know. That it then wipes it's guitar strings with
the moist nocturnal emissions is even more to get excited about. Garbled,
unhinged vocals recall Mr Lux for sure but lyrically you wouldn't find
'Stranger's Kiss' ('3 more days and I'll be back in your lovin' arms')
spat from that particular interior. Tough, kitschy, cranky. A lounge band
for some lizard race from a far off land.