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| From it's inception, the weazels has been the dream and vision of Terry Quinn, the guitarist/singer/
songwriter of the band.
The first thing you notice is the rawness,what remains is a pure rock n roll freak out. So gut drenching untamed and rough, it sounds like you've stepped into an out of control rock n roll meltdown.
This sh!t friggin rocks. Plenty of Angus style major riffage, smoke & whiskey vocals, fat bottoms and fat leads. Stuff you buy a 12 pack to kick back with and after it's over, you're trashed with a big fat goofy smile on your face as you hit replay, over and over. Each go around the feedback and rough edges just start soundin' prettier, like that old worn down barfly that you know with just a few more, she's Miss America.
the weazels are the type of band that starts a fistfight that everyone cheers on and hollers for more. It's like a jacked-up, to hell with it all Saturday night. "Screamin' Like A Bitch", the title of the song says it all. Every so often this type of straight up rock n roll gets hot again, and it's a relief from all the angst and dark theatre so prevalent in the mainstream today.
You and yours can make love to this, fight to this, or get arrested to this. Real rock n roll in the classic sense. Hot singles off this disc are also "Dirty" and "Miss Me". Cop some killa, you ain't sh!t if you ain't weazeled. |
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