David Lee Roth’s “Yankee Rose” becomes “Yankee Trombone.” Show tunes, trombone solos, carnival metal, punk pop, and countrified sister-fucking all on one CD.
Stoner groove moments, total metal power, a kinda Sebastian Bach snarl, and some glorious dark rock sleaze, like if The Crüe were from Detroit, and pissed.
This Seattle dude builds his songs layer by layer live, cuz he’s a solo “band.” It’s rock, it’s honest, it’s got glam, punk, bar rock, and feces in it.
Light, airy, progressive, creative, and melodic. A pleasant band that makes me want to wear slippers and drink herbal tea and lazily tinker with things.