Punk-as-shit avant noise bound to rejuvenate the chaotic creativity long bled from rock, or a whipped-off gem by musicians too whacked for their own good?
Pussy Galore was the starting point for Royal Trux and Jon Spencer Blues Explosion, and a major inspiration for Chrome Cranks, Cheater Slicks and Lollipop.
Jordy Birch’s voice is not nearly as aerobic as the instruments he splays his lazy sound across, and Pure’s lyrics do not strain toward philosophical esoterica.
If you always loved Priest, but thought their production lacked the over-the-topness available to hacks with half the songwriting talent, here’s Primal Fear.
The singer has the tendency to sing “Mmm” a lot, like he’s smelling Mom’s brownies or thinking the groupy chicks’ll find him all emotive and hot, but I nitpick.
It came as no small surprise to slip Phoenix, AZ’s N17 Trust No One into my CD player and find myself rewarded with an impeccable impersonation of Ministry.