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Not to be confused with THE Vincent Black Shadow, a cabaret
act of some sort.
Famous dead guy Hunter S. Thompson said of this superbike
model, "If you rode the Black Shadow at top speed for any length
of time, you would almost certainly die." Thompson explains that
the Vincent Black Shadow "would outrun an F-86 jet fighter on
the take-off runway, but at the end, the F-86 would go airborne and
the Vincent would not, and there was no point in trying to turn it.
WHAMO! The Sausage Creature strikes again." The band that takes
this death-contraption's name is certainly not the fastest one you've
heard this year, or even this week. But once you get on the thing,
you'll sure hang on for dear life.
This is, however, the filthiest album I've heard in some time. I
am not referring to the swears like "You ain't got shit on me,"
or other foul fucking language. It's the sound itself, the pornographic
basslines, the obscenely fuzzy guitar, the overt vocal growlings.
Why, after one listen through, I had to go finish myself off and clean
up. Disgusting, I tell you. There's plenty of Stooge-y lo-fi
howling, Black Sabbath instrumentation and garage rock inclinations.
They steal a Nashville Teens tune and make it truly obscene.
There's a slighty psychedelic undertone to pay homage to The Seeds,
and even a bit of Steppenwolf. This shit is perfect if you're
a smack-slamming skank-poking bearded biker. Or a friend of said.
Special thanks, in that I've been trying to turn my 7 year old on
to something of substance, and this is the first thing she's responded
to beyond Hilary Duff. Now it's on to Iggy and Stiff
Little Fingers.
-Ewan Wadharmi
Track Listing:
1. Child of Orion
2. Real Wood
3. Blow It Up in the Sunshine
4. Colors and Feelings
5. Ain't No Law
6. Raoul
7. Legend of Sex
8. Drunk in Space
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