The Next Big Thing

Yeah, I was somewhat overcome with emulsion yesterday but now I'm a little more rested. I'm not exactly qualified to enter the political arena but sometimes the ol' perspective gets skewed. Reading the Sunday Papers and listening to the radio suggests that what went on "over there" the other day could even have ended up as a "turkeyshoot" type situation. Eight wrongs don't make a right and when the old electoral counting lark happens in November it's almost certain gonna signal even blacker days for Black Rock. That's the collective name for the global village not a musical pigeonhole.

So anyways, back to more pressing matters. That of good ol' rock and roll and a tip of the hat to some recent acquisitions, first of which is the aforementioned Demolition Doll Rods "ON" released on Speedo's Swami imprint. They've stuck to their guns and deliver that now trademark undulating burlesque rattle we've come to cherish with a fearsome blues bruising. Lesser denizens of Detroit may get the press acreage but these folks will slink by the bloody lot of them on that final stretch. The f'nar f'nar titles and bump and grind innuendo might strike a casual browser as novelty smut but scratch below the surface and face the facts. This is a far, far more true to it's school record of its blood type than that last Cramps travesty was. You can always count on the DDR. All the way.