Alcohol-soaked garage rock, sloppy, loose, trebly, and wild. Opened for NoMeansNo, and you can reference MC5 and Guitar Wolf and people’ll get what yer saying.
Perfect album name for these Southern-fried hardcore shot-pounders. A good time, blackout darkness lurking beneath the party, some butt-wiggle, some stumble.
From the ashes of Green Magnet School and Kudgel, Black Helicopter have a release on Traktor7, and now Thurston Moore’s boutique label, Ecstatic Peace.
Four gals logically next in line after Girlschool, Phantom Blue, Nashville Pussy, Kittie, and Lullacry, sounding safely like a mash-up between all of those.
Man, does this album roar. Think of Speedealer or Nashville Pussy or COC crossed with Entombed or Cathedral (work with me), and you’re on your way to deaf.
Bare feet and beards, acoustic hotel jams, country songs, and a band of six friggin’ Crowes, a four-piece brass section, and two black chick back-up singers.
This is a legitimately great album. Great songs are the most important part of any great album, and it’s difficult for me to find fault with any these tracks.
Solid-as-a-rock four-on-the-floor beats and rhythmiclicious riffs that recall AC/DC and QOTSA, the band makes you writhe, headbang, and drink like it’s ’74.