Four gals logically next in line after Girlschool, Phantom Blue, Nashville Pussy, Kittie, and Lullacry, sounding safely like a mash-up between all of those.
These guys have pretty much perfected the art of Americana rock. The hooks are HUGE and tasty, the execution top-notch, and the attitude down-to-earth.
Man, does this album roar. Think of Speedealer or Nashville Pussy or COC crossed with Entombed or Cathedral (work with me), and you’re on your way to deaf.
Goldfrapp were able to create a luscious universe without resorting to cheap 4/4 disco beats, but on Supernature, you’d be hard-pressed to find anything but.
From Detroit, where they don’t take kindly to emoting sissy rock, these boys pound like WASP, howl like Halford, and “Shotgun City” beats “Jamie’s Got a Gun.”
Part Missing Persons, part Iron Maiden, what’s not to love? Often doubled, deliciously sweet female vocals, over wildly cheesy keyboards and glam guitarwork.