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Brand New Sin - S/T |
Kris Weichmann, one of Brand New Sin's 3
(!) guitarists, reckons that this album is like "The first drink and
alcoholic takes after walking out of rehab; it feels fucking great."
Take it from a guy that's had that drink a dozen times, he's telling the
truth. BNS are from upstate New York, although they've got enough Dixie in
them to trade licks with COC, which it sure sounds like they're doing
here. The sound is pure Southern riff and roll, the same white trash biker
metal choogle that Isabelle's Gift and Gonzalez have mastered, only BNS
have upped the ante with the triple threat axe grinding and the kind of
over-amped production usually reserved for heavyweights like Ozzy or
Priest. The sweaty, boozy thunderboogie comes thick and fast, wrapped
around meaty hooks that boil around in your brain like bad ideas that
won't go away, and the rousing choruses are prime fist pumping, Saturday
night hell raiser material. There's plenty of slide guitar and a few
moments of outlaw country-tinged power ballads on deck, as well. Christ,
they even look like trouble. I don't even have to mention Lynyrd Skynyrd,
Thin Lizzy, or Halfway to Gone, do I? You really can't find a more
authentic slice of heavy ass rock and roll than Brand New Sin, brothers
and sisters. Highly recommended.
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