Been blasting a handfull of new hardrock/hairpunker records imported from LA lately, including: THE HANGMEN’s In the City EP (good rockin’ but ack! Producer Mike Ness has gone and dangled his 8-ball cliches all over this), MOTHER SUPERIOR’s Three Headed Dog CD (amped-up, vintage LYNYRD SKYNYRD by way of kinda-tiresome, contempo GOV’T. MULE), and RHINO BUCKET’s And Then It Got Ugly CD (it’s a hot tip from G: who said Bon Scott was dead?). All respectable soundtracks for the next Jello-shot/Jägermeister Girl divebar blowout you hit with the boys from the worksite. But by far the best is
This double CD is where Pat (ex-LAZY COWGIRLS and the Danny Devito of the LA rock underground) finally gets it right. Dead right. It blows the living shit outta the last COWGIRLS release, and that one wasn’t all that bad either. But oh man do he and his band ever ROAR here. Goddamn it’s LOUD – when he’s not crooning over an acoustic gtr, that is. And how great are these songs? All 28 or so of em. The kinda songs that’d send a pretender like Mike Ness stumbling back FLAT ON HIS FAT ASS. Righteous!
As a youngster, I musta had all the early COWGIRLS albums up until How It Looks — How It Is . . . I saw em live a few times too around then . . . but they just didn’t bowl me over like everybody said they would. They were good, but they weren’t no CLAW HAMMER, who were always g-g-g-great. Did I catch em on off-nights? Probably. Was I too uptight to recognize genius when it bit me on the nose? Some evenings, most definitely. Did I spend too much time trying to catch the eye of the cool waitress at Raji’s (‘TEXAS’ TERRI LAIRD, I’m sure of it) rather than gettin’ down with the band? Maybe. I did love a bunch of songs off each of those first few records, though.
But 13 or so records later, Pat’s sounding right like never before. His voice positively soars over the din, and he’s hitting the songs home – outta the everlovin’ park! Oh and does this band ever shred – yes they do. I’d go as far to call this (the hardrock 1/2 of this, at least) DAVE ALVIN singing for an unmasked MISFITS. The rest is, well, DAVE ALVIN fronting an unplugged MISFITS. Ok, so if you’re all brain or easily wrankled by shirt-sleeve C&W sentimentality, steer clear. But everyone else, and I mean EVERYBODY: line the hell up. The bar’s open and the drinks are on the house. Check out the sound files here, you’re gonna want to own this too . . .