The story of Runaways lead singer Cherie Currie, and in a broader context, the story of the sleazy reality of the music industry in the mid-to-late ’70s.
The weirdest band I’ve liked in awhile, and also one of the most unique. Nicole Barille has the sexiest, otherworldly, Betty Boop cartoon voice imaginable.
It won’t be long before they’re gobbled up by a label, conglomerate, somebody. They rip through these five songs so fast, you’re shocked when they’re through.
A Minnesota trio who weave dense, atmospheric guitars into thick slabs of sound. On Drift, a four-song EP, the band isn’t shy about pushing the volume.
Metallica would soon take over the world, but here, they were a bunch of dirty, long-hairs drinking, playing fast, and living out their lean years with vigor.
Some bona fide rockers on here, but there’s also some very adult-contemporary fare, and a further backslide into the country mien of Must’ve Been High.
Not the concept album of Bluefinger, this album sports at least a leitmotif: Demigods. Features strong, memorable choruses you can picture in movie trailers.