Nixon
Now - Solution: Revolution 
Hamburg, Germany’s Nixon Now make a noise that’s all heat and adrenaline, the kind of thing your teeth remember first. All those pseudo-hip LSD movies in the 60’s, with their ‘freak-out’ scenes - the giant go-go girls with lollipops for vaginas, the melting furniture, the grizzly bears riding hot rod hearses across a great plain of boiling chocolate - they did their best to convey the fierce new universe that had cracked open and bled happily over a smiling populace of unsuspecting caged animals, but they couldn’t see the future. They didn’t know how ugly it was all about to get. If they did, well, then Davie Allan and his fuckin’ Arrows just wouldn’t have cut it. They would have needed Nixon Now. "Solution: Revolution" tunnels deep into the black heart of it all, the burning napalm, the hippie death cults, the exploding leisure suits and cocaine seizures, the rats swimming in sewers of blood, and all of it lorded over by a Motor City grind of twisted metal and wounded howls. Yeah, the MC5. The Stooges. But not in the lo-fi, pseudo-blues New York fake-out or the pill bottle trip and drone way you’re used to, oh no. Nixon Now are Super Rockers, after all. They are panic glorified, sex and freedom as a flaming ball of last gasp rock savagery. And the bitch of it all, the horrible truth of the matter is that they probably didn’t know that the apocalyptic days and hours of 1971 that they channeled so effortlessly on this record would come roaring back into screaming, red-alert life right now. At least they were ready. The party starts at the mouth of Hell, brothers and sisters. Bring this record and as many flame throwers as your muscle car can carry, because it’s gonna be a long, black night.