With cowboy hats, mirrored shades, and rock star poses, Supersuckers had the sweaty masses boppin’ and slammin’. They may be jokesters, but they do it well.
Showcases Wylde’s Southern rock influences. From banjo riffs to the mandolin and harmonica, that rural sound pokes through Wylde’s trademark Les Paul crunch.
You’ll identify Helmet’s distinctive sonic attack in milliseconds. Betty continues where Meantime left off and treads some new territory, but not much.
A throaty sneer filled with contempt, chants, moans, and howls over brutal grind and deathy thrash. The production is sharp, digging claws into your flesh.
The first few songs bop around and hide their catchy hooks beneath warm’n’fuzzy distortion. The tempos are quick and Bangles-ish and the topics airy and fun.