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Goddamn.
I’m a writer, so I’m sitting here like a sap, staring out the window as all
manner of Bad Fun goes down all around me. I know my friends are out there
somewhere, carrying on and laughing like hyenas, playing shows, breaking
hearts, and busting noses. But not me, baby. Me, I gotta stay home and
figure out how to best describe a band that you’ve already figured out, just
by looking at the cover. I’ve tried penning rock and roll reviews in
real-time, as I was screaming down the highway or caught in the sweaty,
boozy confines of packed club, but all I ended up with was smeary nonsense
and driving-to-endanger citations. So listen, I know exactly how good this
one’s gonna sound when it’s out there in the wild, naked, unafraid, and
smashing up the joint. The last place you wanna pop this into is in your
fuckin computer, believe me. The music of the Jackalopes is the kind
of revved-up, motorpunking, cow-tipping, trash and roll mania that’s perfect
for drag races and all night voodoo parties and porn flicks starring
rockabilly chicks with Betty Page bangs. The Jacks sound like Rock City
Crimewave and the Misfits and Motorhead and the
Supersuckers. They are sleazeball sonofabitches from the wilds of
Dayton, Ohio. There’s been at least 66.6 members of the Jackalopes between
1999 and now, and they all show up on this comprehensive collection of all
that was, is, and shall be. The big daddy Bossalope of ‘em all is Rev
Chad Wells, the almost-legendary gig poster artist, ordained minister in
the church of the Almighty Bad Ass, and all around rock and roll
motherfucker, and he has lovingly gathered all these tracks from church
vaults and dusty tombs and the Dayton police department evidence room. And
of course, it rocks. That’s pretty much all you need to know here, brother.
So go on, beat it, leave me to my lonesome, late-night scratchings. Just
pick this one up and have a little fuckin’ fun for me, would ya? Man, I bet
this sounds great with a backseat full of strippers and headful of bathtub
chemicals. Drop me a line if you find out. |