Loose Lips

Talkin’ Trash (TKO)
by Jon Sarre

I love how these Frisco trash-matics turned birth-of-cool-were-the-New-York-Dolls ’70s rock revivalists shake their frayed cuffs in the direction of yer assorted Buckcherry poppers and then basically derive most of their primality from Mick Taylor-era Stones, same as the glam acts the wannabe-Bolans of today ape. I guess the stealing from the source-recordings and bein’ ugly lends authenticity, tho’ authenticity’s a loada shit, ‘specially when the Stones are invoked. Hell, with a lineup that boasts exs from the Ripoffs, the Infections, the Spastics and the Spoiled Brats, that authenticity’s only gonna go as far as how well/poorly Loose Lips can duplicate Pretty Things riffs or whatever Billy Childish heisted for Might Ceasars sessions a while back. That’s to say, don’t expect anything too mind-blowing in terms of production, sound, or even choice of rip-offs. What you do get, on the other hand, is no-bullshit rock’n’roll in the truest sense, cuz Loose Lips probably don’t care if you dig their shitty music in the first place – well, of course they do, but in a way, they’re realistic about it cuz what’s five or ten more records sold gonna mean? Fifty? A hundred? Ten-thousand? Mebbe, but that’s still chickenshit, so what’s the point of kissing up to yer fat ass, or mine, or Fat Mike’s (who could get four cute lil skater kids and have ’em tour in place of the actual Loose Lips and loose lip-sync to this record. Yeah, raunchy guitar rock ’bout sleazy chicks, thus creating the Punk Rock Backstreet Boys and have ’em move some major units and then, before ya know it, Shane White and Justin Schenberg are rollin’ in the publishing dough! Then comes the obligatory scandal… Milli Vanilli redux!).
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