If you remixed the Chili Peppers’ first album and added scratching and funky samples and replaced Anthony with Mike Patton, you’d end up with Trapped Instinct.
The Bottle Rockets may sound a little too reminiscent of middle-aged mom heartthrob rock, e.g., the Bruces Hornsby and Springsteen. Look a little deeper.
Aren’t we progressive with the violin, samples, and more interludes, segues, and tangents than I care to go into. I’m impressed. No, I don’t like your band.
They brought us Sabbath, Priest, Motörhead, but have been relatively silent in the metal category recently. It took a black lesbian skinhead to stand apart.
During an unpleasant portion of my life, I used to go to pretentious coffeehouses, clapping politely to the latest Dylan wanna-be singing “sensitive” songs.
All 12 songs meld big ’90s guitarrorism, organic samples, and an obsessive-compulsive attention to detail with bright harmonies and indelible choruses.