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March 8, 2005

Unilateral Ska-Core.

POSITION: Director of CTU (Counter Terrorism Unit) REQUIREMENTS: Must begin each day drunk and unemployed, living in a crappy apartment with your bartender girlfriend. Must have been accused of treason at least once, and like watching soccer on Telemundo.


The zombies receded at the site of Japanese Greatest "Jet" Rock'n' Roll Band.

Guitar Wolf destroyed Detroit recently, as the trio has been doing all over America. Before the show, I tried to figure out a way to lure unsuspecting Midwestern khaki wearers into the club...

"The bandís M.O. is elegant in its rocktastic simplicity. Step 1: Slick back hair; use spit if necessary. Step 2: Turn on amplifier; kick in cone. Step 3: Plug in electric guitar and scrape out manic, fast forward version of Gene Vincentís 'B-I-Bickey, Bi, Bo-Bo-Go' with lyrics sung in a bizarre nether-language located between English, Japanese and throat bacteria."

BONUS WOLF CONTENT: The Blowout was in full swing the night Guitar Wolf sent astro greaser needles into Detroit's spine. But the pals over at Motor City Rocks STILL covered the show. Special MCR correspondent Chris "Box" Taylor lays out an interview with GW, then takes notes from the thick of the firefight pit, thrilling to the rock while avoiding a flying Seiji. Six string beach leather kid denim afterburner!


And meanwhile....

The reviews watched "Blind Justice", hoping Dunbar would have to land a plane.

"Devil in the Woodpile...takes a toothy-grin approach to blues, bluegrass, hot jazz, and hillbilly sounds, throwing them all into a big hat and using the result to buy beers for the room."

"AC/DC's "It's a Long Way to the Top [If You Wanna Rock 'n' Roll]" was a natural [cover song] for Dropkick Murphys - they've paid their dues AND have a bagpiper in the band - and their version here is typically ragged and boisterous."

"The same knack for recreating the already-recreated sounds of their peers keeps rearing up on Hurricane Bar, and it docks [Mando Diao's sophomore effort] points in the genuineness department."

"[Kasabian's debut] is brash, loutish, and seems liable at times to cut you; the consistent kick drum beat throughout it is like a great party's heartbeat. But like the roustabout in the corner, drinking all the lager and scratching up your old records, it can be more loudmouthed than substantial."


Posted by Johnny Loftus at March 8, 2005 9:16 AM