HEY
MODS AND MINIS, THIS JUST IN...
TH' LOSIN STREAKS TAKE THE LEFT COAST BY STORM!!!
Without a doubt this years (or any year) answer to all our prayers.
Garage rock played the way it should be played...Loud, fierce, uncompromised
neanderthal sludge without all the usual retro-isms. Think The Sonics
meets Texas punk circa '66. A veritable non-stop cacophony of mind
numbing over the top maniacal mayhem, without a blooze lick to be
found. A sound not heard in these parts since Ronny Regan walked the
hallowed halls of Sacramento's state capitol building as guv'nor.
SOUNDS OF VIOLENCE treds where no band in recent memory has dared
to tred. Take HATE for instance. A song so revered by lonesome losers
the world over that no band in their right mind would ever attempt
to cover it, let alone slay it . WRONG!!! Th' Losin Streaks make it
their own baby!!! The Stoics will be proud papas when they get to
hear this. Tough chicks everywhere will go ape shit over the in your
face "me Tarzan you Jane" jungle grunt Tim Foster delivers
on YOUR LOVE, NOW. And ya just gotta check out the razor thin, cuts
you like a knife vocals of lead guitarist Mike Farrell on FINE LINE.
A song so immediate and in your face that it'll have you picking the
shards of this metallic K.O. out of your pretty little arses for days.
And let's not forget the glue that holds these wild men together,
The rhythm section of Steady Stan Tindall on Bass and The Creeper
himself, Matt K. Shrugg on skins. Listen to them on MAYBE I WILL and
witness the tightness and sheer brutality that'll demand your full
attention for years to come. Oh, and let's not forget the belo-fi
TRIED TO TELL which boldy unfurls it's Wally Tax Outsider Nederbeit
greatness for all you unsuspecting fellows to wallow in while slitting
your wrists and screaming... I AM NOT WORTHY, I AM NOT WORTHY!!! From
the initial blast o' BEG, STEAL OR BORROW to the last distorto thud
of THE END, you'll be scatching your collective butts in total disbelief.
The new world order has reared it's ugly little head in the form of
4 young lads outta Sacto. Ca. Destroying and laying waste any and
all watering holes in their path. For the next 36:34 do not touch
your tone arms, TH' LOSIN STREAKS have assumed control. You won't
be able to stop 'em, and you can only hope to contain 'em. And beg
for mercy from THE SOUNDS OF VIOLENCE!!! Coming soon to a rubber room
near you. |
