The Next Big Thing

Turbonegro (or Turgidnegro as I call 'em now) brought their wares to Glasgow this past Thursday (8/5). Always had a wee thing for the records but figured the schtick was bogus. Alas my fears were totally founded. It turns out that the 'negsters are a ploy. A warning which lays out what could happen if Andrew Lloyd Webber got his hands on some Dictators riffs and gave them to the corrie-fisted dumbasses in Saxon. The singer, Uncle Lumpy or Demis Cooper or whatever his name is is particularly irritating. The ironic double bluff doesn't wash and as prog-punk goes this is tired marketing with a money-hoovering agenda. I know perfectly well-balanced individuals that disagree but would I lie to you? If you want to support Norwegian R&R - Fly Gluecifer, they belt it out with a gusto that these guys never could. Get a hold of The Tracemen's immense "She's Got A Hard On"... do anything, but consign this bag of shite to the dumper where they belong. I guess we should really have begun to wonder when fellow stodge-rockers Queen of duh Stone Age staryed hailing 'em. Denim delininquents with a Pierre et Gilles overbite or an average at best abberation that will soon pass. Turbonegro are here to fleece the world and I've got a feeling y'all are being cheated. Knew I shoulda saved my ticket money for The Raveonettes...