As mad as
a box of frogs who have participated in too many hallucinogenic drug
trials they may be, but Dirt Box Disco are no mere novelty act.
Underneath
the greasepaint, and behind the post apocalyptic graphic novel
imagery, is a band who can write and delivery material that given
half a chance would put the majority of punk and rock media darlings
that magazines like Kerrang promote firmly into the shade.
If this
was a movie then they're the band playing on the radio as the anti
hero barrels down a highway littered with burnt out vehicles as he
leaves the ruins of a city in the rear view mirror.
Remember
when My Chemical Romance released Danger Days and mixed some Mad Max.
Jamie Hewlett and glam trash punk rock together?
Well
while most punks wont have a clue what I'm talking about, I was
actually very impressed with that, but this might have been the album
they were really reaching for.
If that
album was the foreplay, but this is the money shot.
'Legends'
is Dirt Box Disco channeling the spirit of Turbonegro in a Clockwork
Orange bar covering the UK Subs in a suburb of the City of Oz with
amps whose lowest setting is eleven........and then they burst into
the next song and you're transported somewhere else, somewhere that
Twisted Sister are professionally arm wrestling with Sigue Sigue
Sputnik as the Ramones look on.
Every
song is a phasers set on stun party.
'Legends'
indeed.
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