Oooh.
Vampire Junkies featuring Texas Terri.
When that
dropped on the matt I was very surprised.
I hadn't
even heard a whisper about it.
With the
cellophane wrapper trailing in my wake I had it on the stereo within
seconds.
Guess
what?
It's
everything I wanted it to be.
The music
is exactly what needs to be backing up Texas Terri.
In gang
parlance the guitars are screaming we've got your back.
The drums
are pounding out a war cry.
There's
only five tracks, but that's plenty to get your teeth into.
It's got
the blood of the Stooges and the New York Dolls painted over its
scraped knuckles.
You would
swear that it had crawled from the gutter of the Bowery after washing
up there when it was chased out of the Motor City.
That's
not that it sounds like a lost master tape from the seventies though.
This is
so fresh that if it was meat then it would be so rare it would look
like someone had just introduced it to a grill before slapping it
down in front of you.
Remember
when there was a resurgent of glam rock bands who melded a punk
attitude to sleazy rock and roll?
It was
something that you can hear on a few bands debuts before the major
labels watered it all down and packaged it as hair metal.
Well
there's a whole lot of that lipstick smeared fuck you attitude going
on here as well, but it's all 2013 baby.
In my
head this is the sort of album that should be riding high in the
charts.
It
certainly shits all over the pre-packaged and passion free dross that
I keep hearing being pushed at people.
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