Making comparisons between Fu Manchu and ’70s acid-rock kings is slippery business, because, while the influence is undeniable, there’s no nostalgic vibe.
The low-end drone is its Salisbury steak, the L7-ish vocals are the mashed potatoes with gravy, and the ’70s acid rock nostalgia kick is its peas and carrots.
Punchy, post-punk heavy on the distortion. The Sons of Hercules sound like the Stooges, but with better production. It’s fast and in-yer-face, yet bouncy.
A mixture of Kiss, Ru Paul, and Pansy Division. A bunch of guys in drag playing, you know, rock, with obscene lyrics about felching, fist-fucking, and anal sex.
Their third release (first for Atlantic), and still as coarse and nasty as ever. Selene Vigil screeches like she’s just had a car door slammed on her hand.
New Bomb Turks are everything they’re cracked up to be. Pissing Out The Poison compiles singles, many of which are hard to find, demos, and unreleased tracks.
8 Ball Shifter sounds like the Ventures and Iggy and the Stooges rolling around together in mud. Gritty, lo-fi, garage punk with just a hint of surfabilly.
Pensive and esoteric lyrics coalesce with blaring guitars. The music is melodic, haunting, and heavy, but it tends to get redundant after the first few songs.
Any project that involves a partnership between Johnny Depp and Butthole Surfer Gibby Haynes is bound to be weird, and, on that level, P doesn’t disappoint.
Heavy, industrial-tinged guitar, throbbing bass and powerful drums. I’d like to hear more from these guys, if only they’d find a singer who can, well, sing.
While singer Tye Battisistella has a warm, spiritual voice, the music is completely ignorable. This is uninspired metal that makes Danzig sound innovative.
At times, they out-Stooge the Stooges with their metal-grinder meets spin-cycle guitars. The harmonica and swampy rockabilly feel reminds me of Blues Explosion.