The Chicken Hawks – Siouxicide City – Review

The Chicken Hawks

Siouxicide City (RAFR)
by Jon Sarre

Like a plague of mascara-smeared locusts ridin’ thru yer town on the spiked heels of a tornado in fishnets come porkbelt trashmongers The Chicken Hawks, the dirtiest, sleaziest, Stoogiest glamsters to be run outta Sioux City, Iowa since, well, since anybody. These bad trip on Raw Power rockstars-in-waiting reside in Hollywood these days where the local culture is presumably more tolerant of their… uh… lifestyle, and Rock and Fucking Roll Records hired Humper Mark Lee and oft-Epitaph producer Sally Browder to record the twenty-odd minutes of Miss Betsy Badly’s profanity-filled poetry set to guitarist Pete Phillips, bassplayer Tammy Gunn, and drummer Hot Rod Todd’s patented (by others too numerous to mention) three chord assault.

With snazzy titles like “Stick It In,” “Get Loose,” “Fuck Minneapolis,” “High From Bastard City” (where Badly proclaims in her sultry Red Aunt snarl “Looks on the West Coast, brains on the East/stuck in the middle we get the least”) and “They Wanna Fight” (a Chuck Harrod And the Anteaters cover), you can be sure that this ain’t no mealy-mouthed pop tripe for the masses. Rather, this is the type of action-packed degena-punk that toupee-topped bible thumpers from back in the Hawks’ neck of the woods are apt to petition the Baptist World Council to censure for corrupting the morals of couch potatoes everywhere. And, that, friends and neighbors, would be the best thing that ever happened to ’em.
(11054 Ventura Blvd Suite 205 Studio City, CA 91604)