Sgt. Pepper meets Lenny Kravitz for a drink in San Francisco. They cop some greenbud on Haight Street and, after rolling a fatty, go out cruising for girls.
Still has the hyperspeed attack, with cheesy lyrics about bleeding, bludgeoning, evil, and madness, mixed in with Judas-Priest-recorded-in-a-sewer-pipe metal.
If the music isn’t important, they should make more of the stage show. If the stage show isn’t important, then they should add more samples, loops, whatever…
They were loud, rambunctious, and wonderfully satirical, even self-effacing. It takes a lot of guts to make fun of yourself and still pull off a great show.
A definite rock band with added funk. The choruses get a little repetitious sometimes, but everything else is there, including chimes, fillers and random riffs.
The singer had a style that was part lounge singer and part epileptic seizure victim. Maybe that’s what got people’s attention. The bassist was really hot.