Most of the bands sound like halfway decent metal bands who might be good on their own terms, but they just can’t match the gory’n’glory of the almighty Zombie.
Equal parts Britpop (Radiohead, Travis), American pop (Elliott Smith), and American indie (Sea And Cake, Low), this is a post-emo band trying to make amends.
The Giraffes, starring Chris Ballew of The Presidents of the United States of America, make pop that is wacky, funny, goofily intelligent, and singable.
No techno remixes, no third-rate death metal, but no real pep either, Snakebites gathering guys with thick metal resumes to romp through Coverdale’s classics.
I’m a sucker for two-minute, straight-forward, three-chord rock, especially when the band’s made up of women in leather, minis, anklets, and spiked collars.
21 cuts of primal dead horse beatings from four guys who sound a lil’ like Sticky Fingers Stones with a crystal ball that can see the Ramones’n’Dead Boys.