Sahara Hotnights
Jennie Bomb (Jetset)
by Scott Hefflon
Sahara Hotnights are like a Swedish garage rock version of early Donnas, and that’s why they’re selling pretty damn well. They’re cute, they rock pretty hard, and while the singer yelps and hisses like a pissy kitty, she (or someone in the band, I don’t follow such shit) is going out with the lead dude from The Hives, and that’s that. Like The Donnas early on, they pull it off with youthful exuberance and “that spark” more than being especially noteworthy songwriters or musicians, and if that’s yer bag, here ya are. For my money, I saw them open for fellow Jetset (by way of Bad Afro) Scandinavian rockers, The Flaming Sideburns, and the Sideburns obviously played circles around the gals, but Sahara Hotnights put on a decent show, considering the singer yelps instead of sings. And bratty/cutesy/shouty sing-a-long choruses only go so far, ya know?
(67 Vestry St. Suite 5B New York, NY 10013)