The Divine Brown- How the Divine Brown Saved Rock and Roll

Naming your band after the bruised up street walker that made a monkey outta Hugh Grant is a pretty classy move, but going ahead and saving rock and roll, too? Well, the Divine Brown has just got to be the coolest band ever, right? Yep, close to it. Taking a cue from fellow countrymen and swanksters Gold Blade, DB treat The Rock like the Holy Scripture that it is; they are the apostles of supersoul, the prophets of glitter punk, the crazy messiahs of deep-fried, bone rattling rock and roll, and this one day wonder lays out the whole impossible mission in 6 easy lessons . Despite the fact that it was tossed off in an afternoon, everything about this EP is solid fuckin’ gold, man. Ya just can’t argue with that sizzling guitar, scattering hellfire, salvation, and sexed-up, triple speed T Rex riffs around like stardust, and who among us would deny the undeniable truth inherent in sonic sermons like “Kranked up Really High”, “Get Some Action”, or “I Got the Fire”? Nobody would, ‘cuz you just know that if you had the fire, you’d be strutting around and flaunting it, too. The DB’s got the revolution-speak from the MC5, the drug-soaked adrenaline from the Pistols, the sex and the power from Guns n’ Roses, and the impeccable dress sense from James Brown, and they have turned these tried and true gimmicks into something bigger and louder and more potent than we probably even deserve, at this point. The Divine Brown are gonna drag your sorry ass right down to the eternally flowing river of rock n roll and dunk your head in until you are truly saved and sanctified, brothers and sisters. Sure, it’s cock rock, but it’s cock rock from God, so you’d better just repent before it’s too late.

I think this is the part where somebody says 'Amen'.
 
Amen, motherfuckers.