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Hold on a second, they burned this on a computer? Just a minute
now, they're from New York? Has the whole world gone topsy-turvy?
This here is some volatile southern-tinged punk-infused blues-rock
from folks who know what hyphenated music is supposed to taste
like. Mr. Hubert Dulay's fingers emit godlike downhome
guitar noodling, but at a blistering rate that you can barely
follow. Singer Alex Emanuel has a cocksure blues growl
that hits it right on the head. While Jon Dillon switches
gears and dares the rest to follow along on his smash-and-grab
spree. (They do.) Enter Sally Donovan on the breathy backups
for an authentic X on moonshine sound, and you've got something
incredible to write home about.
Dear Mom,
Here are some real sleazy songs I just know you'll dig. Several
of them are about hookers. And while the subjects are juvenile,
the tunes are quite mature. They all have rich textures and a
very satisfying sound. I can't find a thing to complain about.
The website, however, bites like a lesbian vampire. There's no
mention of where the kids can purchase this stuff, but thanks
to my ubersurfing skills, I found their My Space site where they
can hear some of the album and where they will be playing. That's
good news for bloggers and New Yorkers, I guess. Hopefully these
cats will end up on a bill with The BellRays or Kings
Of Leon and the whole world will get turned on to them just
before they explode into a Rock 'N F' N' Roll oblivion of amphetamines
and Tidy Bowl. Things here are fine, we are so proud that Junior
flipped his first bird. Give my love to the Mullet Lady and no,
I will not call her Uncle Mom.
-Ewan Wadharmi
Track List:
1. Live Wired
2. Jennifer Love Hooker
3. Tow Head
4. Die Sunderin
5. Faced
6. Chihuahua
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