Astonished eyes and open mouths, than clapping hands. Whatever it was that people had expected from this band, getting sledged in the forehead it was not.
The forces of darkness and gaudiness had come to twist the minds of the chosen ones. White Zombie arrived in all their blood-soaked and monstrous glory.
While the tempo of their moron punk is up to par, it just doesn’t seem as convincing. They blast through the songs, but it seems like habit, not passion.
Maybe I’m tired of power trios, or I’m suspicious of bands who write letters to ‘zines complaining of sexism and then make jokes about their hairdressers on stage.
Stephanie Sayers does her thing with a pedal steel guitar player, a cellist, and no bass. At first, this lack of low end tones struck my ear as a little weird.