Round Midnight The Coffin Lids
CD Review by Mike D'Ariano 2/2006 |
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BAM . . . it doesn't come on slow but rather all at once. It's like this explosion of Iggy and the Stooges, the MC5 and that whole 60's garage rock, psychedelic Nuggets rock n roll that Lenny Kaye would love, complete with an organ and a little bit of what the fuck just happened in my head sensibility that's long since gone extinct in the mainstream. Blasting out of my stereo, The Cramps pass through my mind as they're singing about Frankenstein and the Creepy Crawwwwwl, the guitars are screeching, the organ is wailing, and I feel like The Crusher should be the next track. It's kinda surfy or at least what surf music would have been like with better drugs. But at the same time it's 2005 or thereabouts and it's cutting edge and retro - where are the go-go girls? Not Belinda and the gang, although she is the bomb, but the chicks with the boots and the blonde hair and glitter in the cages. You following me here? Good, 'cause before you know what hit you . . . BAM . . . it's all over. You should hear: "Teenage Shakedown," "Creepy Crawl," "Whiskey Drinkin' Woman," "She's the Bomb." |
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