Energetic, powerful, and sexy, this is a vocalist to keep a couple of eyes on. Generally guitar-driven pop rock, but the diversity keeps them exciting.
An open audition for people to whoop, whistle, snort and pant for the laugh tracks of upcoming sitcoms, none of which have been produced or even conceived yet.
What shines out on this one is “Drop of Water,” a swamp rock fuzzy-voiced bit of LSD-soaked country twiddlings. I’d buy an entire CD of songs like that.
Hilariously and often poignantly lived through is Bitchy Bitch, an every-woman trying to live in a man’s world and survive doing it. Consistently a great book.
I could tell we were getting nearer Fox’s fortress by the growing sound of jungle drum machines in the distance. That and the heads strewn around the corridor.
These Canucks were always the quintessential skate-punk band for me and my friends in the ’80s. It’s hard to believe they’re still doing the same thing.