Lower East Side scum rock/noise rock of the early ’90s jammed through a metalized frame and heart-tugging murder melodies. What hardnut rock oughta be.
The lost record, Europe-only release in 2003. Fiend is helped by Curtis ex-TKO, who knows his shit. MUCH more blazing rock’n’roll than the street punk I recall.
Packing down mid-tempo arena stompers like the children of the Nuge/Aerosmith ’76 tour, the bad-ass Green River side of grunge, and snot-thick stonesisms.
Brings to the table eccentricity (gone since Hell Bent For Leather), dimension, a whole new persona to this band of many faces and misplaces over the years.
Timeless metal, with ageless melodies and divine human creativity that challenges the heavens. The Essential is for either a complete newbie or a completist.
Building on the foundations of fellow Texans ZZ Top (a stranger band than you might realize) and hints of the Dicks and brothers-by-buggery, Butthole Surfers.
Poor old groove, abused and over-used by the nü metal, so bands who base their sound around the kind of stomping grooves can’t help but sound a little dated.