There’s a shit-ton more R&B pulsing through Sasquatch’s veins than those of the school of Sab/Vitus/Sleep worship. Two of three members are Detroit transplants.
The first real song, “Rub Yer Daddy’s Lucky Belly,” rocked my ass and made me laugh, and the good times don’t let up for the album’s 33 minute running time.
Bad Wizard are less artists than craftsmen, a band of men (plus one foxy woman) who work hard to make music that’s solid, dependable, and totally functional.
High-energy boogie rock that immediately brings Cactus’s finest moments to mind. Thundering, simple, dumb blues/boogie riffs with the force of a jackhammer.
The Screamers is intoned in hallowed terms by the hardest of hardcore underground punk fans, but the band remains a mystery since they never released a record.
Funny, self-aggrandizing, and neatly straddling arena-rock bombast and no-bullshit punk rock fury, Supersuckers are the third band on an AC/DC/Ramones bill.
The live footage varies drastically in quality, but the good stuff is tremendous. Other footage, casting a light into the band’s personal life, is boring.
This deluxe coffee-table volume (which is heavier than the last few Metallica albums) is a collection of materials originally printed in their fan newsletter.
An engineer/mixer/producer in L.A. about to begin a project with a major-label bidding war band decides it might be enlightening to chronicle his experiences.