The Giraffes, starring Chris Ballew of The Presidents of the United States of America, make pop that is wacky, funny, goofily intelligent, and singable.
No techno remixes, no third-rate death metal, but no real pep either, Snakebites gathering guys with thick metal resumes to romp through Coverdale’s classics.
I’m a sucker for two-minute, straight-forward, three-chord rock, especially when the band’s made up of women in leather, minis, anklets, and spiked collars.
21 cuts of primal dead horse beatings from four guys who sound a lil’ like Sticky Fingers Stones with a crystal ball that can see the Ramones’n’Dead Boys.
Eight of the singles are here, but there is also a re-recording of “Pollen Count” and a remix of “Your Daddy’s Car” for variety. Two new songs are included.
The Distillers are trashy, violent, swear convincingly, snarl about pretty much everything, and rock harder, dirtier, and meaner than Joan Jett and Hole.