The forces of darkness and gaudiness had come to twist the minds of the chosen ones. White Zombie arrived in all their blood-soaked and monstrous glory.
While the tempo of their moron punk is up to par, it just doesn’t seem as convincing. They blast through the songs, but it seems like habit, not passion.
Maybe I’m tired of power trios, or I’m suspicious of bands who write letters to ‘zines complaining of sexism and then make jokes about their hairdressers on stage.
Stephanie Sayers does her thing with a pedal steel guitar player, a cellist, and no bass. At first, this lack of low end tones struck my ear as a little weird.
Grabbing my girl by the hand, we spun and twirled, jitterbugging, doing the Charleston, Lindy, and the Two-Step. We were the only ones. Uneducated cretins.
A huge wall of guitars roaring, simply, loudly and majestically, over which the patented drone vocal was laid. They’re punk, and not getting watered down.
I definitely recommend you blast “Deceived” in your car. It’s definitely an intense song I enjoy when I am pissed while delivering pizza for Papa Gino’s.