Silver Tongued Devil

Red-Eyed and Tongue-Tied (Get Hip)
by Jon Sarre

Pretty okay stuff in that Motörhead to Zeke to Nashville Pussy stripbar strip-mined vein. Silver Tongued Devil don’t have Lemmy’s sense of humor or Zeke’s dirtbag aggro sensibilities, nor do they have a bass player who takes off her shirt and breathes fire (but neither do Nashville Pussy these days). They do have a relentless sense of how to drive those riffs right back into the ground then dig ’em up and do it again. Supersonic whoop-ass is what these guys are all about. Tattoos, too. They got lotsa them. They even thank at least two ink joints in the space provided for such stuff. Let’s face it, if ya can’t count on the support of yer tattoo artist, who can ya really depend on?
(PO Box 666 Canonsburg, PA 15317)