With the most god-awful guitar sound you’ll ever love, they hammered and screamed through a set that makes Dante’s voyage look like a tiptoe through the tulips.
The young and dramatically sexual vocalist, Thom Yorke, sang with such energy and emotion that he was drenched in a glistening sweat after the first song.
We did a two-page spread on Riot Act in the first issue before most people had even heard of ’em. Were we wrong in foreseeing the future? It appears not.
Little Sister are off on an East Coast tour. Their farewell gig at Sir Morgan’s Cove was filled with inflatable crayon tossing and beach ball bouncing.
It’s hard to find “chicks” who can swagger/strut/stomp/and belt it out like (or, gasp!, better) than their posturing, bravado-inflated male counterparts.
From the onset, the groove was tight and weighed a ton. It never lightened through the whole set. Their sound and presence is like the rumbles from the old days.