While now folks have the formula and can mass produce it, back then, it was oddball, irritating, and jarring off-the-wall unrock like nothing anyone had heard.
While now folks have the formula and can mass produce it, back then, it was oddball, irritating, and jarring off-the-wall unrock like nothing anyone had heard.
While now folks have the formula and can mass produce it, back then, it was oddball, irritating, and jarring off-the-wall unrock like nothing anyone had heard.
While now folks have the formula and can mass produce it, back then, it was oddball, irritating, and jarring off-the-wall unrock like nothing anyone had heard.
Greatest Hits captures many of the classics from the first couple records (Dirty Rotten EP and Dealing With It), and probably some of the Crossover shit.
Like his buddy Wild Billy Childish, Dan Melchior plunders elderly American musical styles (like, uh, rock’n’roll and blues) and then rams ’em back home.
Carlos has the skill, but his jazz isn’t top notch. Santana fans want him to rock, jazz fans want him to swing, and Divine Light doesn’t really do either.
Problem is, the songs don’t quite live up to their titles. In fact, Fleshies kinda suck, no matter what Biafra says about “what punk rock was supposed to be.”
Night Ranger rocked harder, just for perspective. Some of the harmonies remind me of Warrant’s “Heaven Isn’t Too Far Away,” but more, ya know, European.