This is their debut full-length. Let’s gather around Midtown and give them a big group hug of support (and whisper to drop the Bon Jovi influence… or else).
Something’s gotta be said for a record that kicks off with a ditty entitled “Comin’ Home (Smoking Pot On a Sunday Afternoon While UFO’s Drone Overhead).”
I guess the stealing from the source-recordings and bein’ ugly lends authenticity, tho’ authenticity’s a loada shit, ‘specially when the Stones are invoked.
I loved Lock Up the moment I heard rumors about their existence. I didn’t even need to hear the band to know what was in store: heart-warming grindcore.
Tuneful as fuck without sacrificing the rock’n’roll. Kinda like Columbus Ohio’s Bob City when they get in “that” mood. Tour ’em both with Alabama Thunderpussy.