The Scandinavian invasion continues with a driving metallic
punk entry from Copenhagen. Most of the songs make you keep
driving even if youíve already arrived. So prepare to bring
your calling card or dial down the center. It quickly shows
dark 70ís heaviness with smooth production. The hollow tones
are displayed in agile guitars and a depth-charge of a rhythm
section. Take "Bad Blood" on a late night ride in
your muscle car with the lights off. "Just Like You"
is still heavy but throws in a garagey undertone thanks to
the Mysterians styled organ and Stones background
gals. Crunchy fuzz is mixed nicely so it doesnít drown the
vocals. "Iíll Make It Right Now" is pretty simple
and almost thrown together. Trashy and brisk like Loose
Lips with balls. The woofer-splitting "You Lose"
is the perfect garage song. Drugs, racetracks, trashcans and
the chant, Go, go motherfucker go! Go, go to the horror
show! Thereís no sign of letting up, as the high-Speedealer
of a roadhouse song "What I Want" tears down
the country backroads. Deft vocals delivered with the subtlety
of an 18-wheeler down your throat. One of my favorite tricks
is utilized when at the end of the run he shouts, Now pick
it! followed by an expanse of nothing, and back into the
scrubbing where they left off. Satanís cheerleaders chime
in on "Return Of The Action Man" whilst Lemmy
has taken control of the mic duties. This one sounds unfinished,
but theyíve got a lot of other bits of rocking to get done.
The aforementioned background singers are as sloppy and unconcerned
as gum-chewing waitresses on, "Out Of Control."
The rhythm section doesnít come in Ďtil about halfway through.
It almost has a strange 60ís Nirvana arrangement that
way. The title is ironic since this is the slowest song. Just
as it seems to be gearing up, it abruptly ends. "I Canít
Afford It" picks back up, but has me dreading the cheerleaders.
Enough is enough already with the Nashville Pussy.
The girls leave, and the guys imitate them on "Right
Awright." Bizarre. Iím starting to want a shower and
shave. The 60ís frug of, "Baby Letís Dance"
melds with foreboding low-slung guitar. Itís groovy in a threatening,
nothing is free-love sort of way. Definitely emitting some
tones of dishonorable intentions, while the singer is actually
taking it lighter. The Ramonesí "Carbona Not Glue,"
gets kicked up a few rpms. Letting loose all unspent fuel,
"Shake Your Butt" rips through with a controlled
feedback burn. The guitars peel away to give us one last bass
On a scale of less than successful youth marketed sodas:
one being OK Cola, and ten being Brainwash; Close To Breakevil
scores a seven Ė Jones Soda.
ó Ewan Wadharmi
- Bad Blood
- Just Like You
- Iíll Make It Right Now
- You Lose
- What I Want
- Return Of The Action Man
- Out Of Control
- I Canít Afford It
- Right Awright
- Baby Lets Dance
- Carbona Not Glue
- Shake Your Butt
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