Die Hunns
Long Legs (Disaster)
by Duke Crevanator
In general, I’m a cynical bastard. Pretty much everything that crosses my path is looked at with a disdainful snort and a haughty glare. However, my mentor, 78 year old Dr. Charles Leighton, refers to this as “being a fucking realist, there’s no such thing as cynicism.” Since he grew up in Southie WAY back in the day and still got his Ph.D. from Harvard, I figure he must be correct.
In any event, I’d heard through the L.A. grapevine how great the band the Hunns (now Die Hunns) were now that Duane Peters had brought in Corey Parks of Nashville Pussy to play bass and do some vocals. It’s exactly this type of information that causes me to temporarily lose my cynicism (or realism) and get absurdly high hopes. Because, in the end, my love for music gets in the way. Far too many times I’ve been left horribly disappointed by something that sounds incredibly good on paper. In the case of Die Hunn’s latest release, I’m very grateful that the product lives up to the hype.
Of course, there are songs that may not be my favorites (or yours), but I can honestly write that there is not one BAD song on the record. For example, politically-motivated songs “Ameri-Nightmare” and “War of the World” didn’t float my proverbial boat, however, they’ve grown on me. I’m sure any songs you don’t like on the first listen will eventually convert you as well.
One word of warning: If you’re hoping this sounds at all like Nashville Pussy, it doesn’t. But in my view, that’s a good thing. Die Hunns stand mighty tall on their own.
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