Stuck Mojo

at the Rat
by Chaz Thorndike
photo by Joe Reilly

All the the suburban metalbutts came out of the woodwork for this one. I saw drinking buds I hadn’t seen since Vulgar Display of Power was the new thing. I saw feather-haired psychobitches I didn’t recognize the next day, much less years later.

I’ve dug Stuck Mojo since Snappin’ Necks (Century Media). They mix the rapcore thing together with beefy vocals and a pleasant death roar: Quite a tasty mix to these ears. A friend of mine complained they sounded too much like Rage ATM, but he probably hasn’t bought an album since then, so I don’t give much weight to his opinion. While the demon roar didn’t seem to translate into the live set, the main vocalist’s expressions were plenty to pick up the slack. Funny, hyperactive, and versatile, he makes the audience move with the groove in a way white folks usually aren’t very good at. The funky shit, and a lot of the diversity of the record weren’t included in the set. They stuck pretty much with the rock solid crowd pleasers, and most of the crowd was pleased. I would have preferred a bit more of the variety on their CD; but that criticism is founded almost entirely on the basis that I am a reviewer and must be critical of others in order to maintain the waning credibility and interest of anyone still reading this piece.

p.s. We drank the downstairs bar out of Jägermeister.