These guys pull no punches and don’t bother with mealy-mouthed foreplay. They exploded into a tight, aggressive hardcore set that got the floor buzzing.
He would’ve chalked it up to a bad memory, but never seemed to have any chalk with him at the time. By the time he got some, he’d forgotten why he’d needed it.
“A body in motion tends to stay in motion.” No shit. Question is: Does it much matter what motion it is in which that body is tending to stay? I don’t think so.
Tree is like a one night stand. It’s wild, it’s passionate, and it’s the most intense romp you’ll ever get, but you know you’ll regret it in the morning.
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 production is professional without sounding like Ratt; the vocals go beyond the settle-for-Seattlesque sound, with bright, almost Bo Deanish harmonies.
These guys have that toss-your-head-from-side-to-side energy. What they lack in flash, they more than compensate for with catchy hooks and overall fun.