Broke up in 2002, this is a collection of their shit. Ex-members of Nashville Pussy and Nine Pound Hammer. They were rock like the early Dwarves were rock.
The metalized, twisted riff rockin’ outburst who’s stood on stage with the finest of stoner, hard-art-hammer lords, improv-wazzle-prog, and heart-tugging drone.
Trashy recording with live as fuck drumming supporting a mid-tempo power surge like a six-inch blade covered with dried raccoon guts jammed between your ribs.
Much like the more syrupy Fireball Ministry, these guys are rooted in classic Judas Priest, heavy, long hair, ugh-punk, and a little pickle named Failure.
Electric Frankenstein singer/guitarist Steve Miller leads this unit. Same general territory, but closer to ’70s arena rock (first Montrose rec and April Wine).
Sing-along punk with too much “musician rock” for my taste. Jangle rock and whoa-whoa anthems side-by-side and a singer who sometimes reminds me of Rick Astley.