Todd Lewis has a Robert Plant vibrato that quakes with fury, trembles with passion and longing, and purrs like a finely-tuned muscle car at a stop light.
You can hear big, burly men beating the snot out of each other, drinking and wenching in a sticky-floored tavern, and mourning the loss of fallen brothers.
A three-piece all-girl street punk band from Tokyo? Sounds like a gimmick, but if it is, it’s a good one cuz these girls rock! Discovered by DKM’s Ken Casey.
Throttlerod sound like they’ve been weaned on a steady diet of the first five ZZ albums and the singer’s raw shout sits atop the racket just perfectly.
Turbo A.C.’s gained notoriety on Blackout! and Cacophony and now rev their duel carbs (one greaser, one hard surf) with the Nitro sticker on the bumper.
Old school Ohio punk-rooted rock. Splitting the difference between the Dead Boys, the Pagans, and one of those Raspberries-influenced bands that got lumped in.
From Atlanta. A British singer. One guitarists is into the lush texture of Midnight Oil and The Church, the other is into George Harrison and Keith Richards.