Lineage-from Milligram and Lamont, placing them in Boston’s gulping hardrockcore and whoop-ass drunk-speed-rock by the 40 oz. It rumbles exactly right.
A spin-off of Cave In. Sick in the same way as the early, super-distorted Hellacopters records and Life of Crime/You Can’t Pray a Lie-era Laughing Hyenas.
A fantasy RPG set in an age of space pirates. A universe equal parts Pirates of the Caribbean grime and the sleek, futuristic vision of Ratchet and Clank.
“You just won’t believe how vastly hugely mindboggingly big it is. You may think it’s a long way down the road to the chemist, but that’s just peanuts to this.”
The Charms hit signifiers (organ, chintzy brat vocals) more than the thing itself. The “rock me shock me” guitars flop on the bass/drums rather than ride’m.
An amazing piece of genre-defying high concept pop metal, an album of a type only five or so bands could ever dare issue, and all of them from the ’70s.