Wednesday, December 24, 2008


Truckstop Lovechild
A Damn Good 33:52
Zodiac Killer

I can’t get no satisfaction/I can’t get no two girl action, complains Vincent Ferrari on Truckstop Lovechild’s second album. I hear ya, brother. TLSC does dirty rock & roll right, hitting the sweet spot betwixt punk and hard rock, spitting and snarling about everything and everybody in the world that’s done ‘em wrong (or right, if it’s alcohol and loose women) and just generally being ornery with the volume cranked. That the band does all this whilst bashing out real songs (complete with more than three chords and one riff apiece) like Long Ride Home, Jay Was Right and the self-explanatory F is For Fuck puts the cherry bomb on the bumcakes. A Damn Good 33:52 is truth in advertising at its best.

- Michael Toland

Super Sexy Boy 1986
Royal Peacocks
Zodiac Killer

Cheap Wine aside, I don’t usually think of Italy when I think of rock & roll. Super Sexy Boy 1986 is changing my mind, though. Despite a name that made me think the fivesome was a gimmicky 80s electro-revivalist fuck-up, the band instead injects 60s garage rock with a nuclear-powered vibe, spewing orgasmic energy everywhere. Which ain’t to say that it’s just a big clusterfuck of trashy guitar and cheesy organ minus point or purpose. Bed, Russhina Black Magic and The News are honest-to-Music Machine songs, not half-assed riffs amped up on speed and Red Bull in the hopes you won’t notice how little effort was made in the writing department. Singer Nicola’s got plenty of feral energy, but is hardly an incomprehensible bawler. A nice surprise, this.

- Michael Toland
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