If you can spin Lou Reed, James McMurtry, mid-period Kinks, solo Paul Westerberg, Willie Nelson, Towns Van Zant, or Robin Hitchcock, you can roll this.
Andi Deris’ voice sounds superb, the musicianship is spot on, and the audience sings along with fervor. Not much more that you could want out of a live album.
A bootleg with bad sound and shaky footage. Once past that, it’s pretty enjoyable. Contemporaries of Joy Division, Sigue Sique Sputnik, and Sisters of Mercy.
An anomaly. We knew of their urgent style of punk, but the locals knew the mythology. When Riot Fest facilitated a reunion, Raygun added to the legend.
Anthemic choruses and melodic guitar lines that go from electric ’66 folk up through Mick’s leads in The Clash to later guitar rockers like Leatherface.
They didn’t have the ballad to put them on the hair metal map, so BulletBoys never achieved notoriety. It’s unfortunate: Marq Torien has one hell of a voice.
Hardcore punk with vocals so raspy, you wonder if the singer will even be able to talk in a couple years. He’s a pissed off ball of hate spitting on everything.
Tim Lambesis from As I Lay Dying has more metal in his dick than most bands have in their rusted-out vans. It ain’t Speak English or Die, but it’s fun stuff.
From the UK, play dirty, noisy tech/math metal. I can’t really gauge if this clusterfuck death-gone-random is any better or worth than the rest of the genre.