I expected Satan surf punk. This is way crisper and sunfried. Desert rock, bad-ass rockabilly, or surfbilly-with-twisted-humor on a swaggering drunk binge?
Well-executed take on the alt.rock thing. The songs rely on the traditional verse/chorus scheme, but take each idea a step further to create a new synthesis.
Boss Hog lies somewhere between Jon Spencer’s former and current projects, Pussy Galore, and the Blues Explosion’s fuzz-tone Stones-flavored funk grooves.
As soon as the needle hits the vinyl it’s an all out assault on the boundaries of rock as we know it, spitting out incoherent lyrics with earsplitting energy.
The sort of band that badly Xeroxed cut-and-paste ‘zines love to ramble on about. Their sound is too Seattle to be sludge-punk, but too Chicago to be grunge.