They interspersed new and old songs evenly. Much sweat, lovely harmonies, and powerful guitar-driven melodies capable of swooning even your dead grandmother.
For a good time, catch a Suicide Machines show ASAP. For a better time, wait a few years. They poured out a high energy rock show, five seconds at a time.
Schneider’s new project is everything good: Punky, surfy, snarly, edgy, aggressive ripping stuff – injected with a serious sense of fun. It’s not the B-52’s.
From the opening pounding to the cockney whines at the close, the boys ripped thru romps of police chases, girlfriends, London alleyways, and strange fellows.
Angered vocal power mixed with the sounds of early Nirvana, Candlebox, and a dash of Trent Reznor. Such fusion gives Bush a new and yet familiar sound.