Bliss (Triple X)
by Scott Hefflon
Big, goofy hair, tight leather pants, and blues-based white boy swagger make it sound as if it’s Hanoi Rocks or London Fuckin’ Quireboyz, which it ain’t. This is way-earlier NY glam or perhaps pre-hype LA trash rock. You’d never expect this from the Arizona desert, 1995. Raw, seedy, and balls-out honest, gutterglam fans and punk rockers (stress on rock) should dig this.