The folks culpable in bringing this monster to the UK are The Grease Monkeys and they opened the show in gonzo punk glory. Their recent time spent in the Tim Kerr Boot Camp has honed their sound and having a crisp, sharp drummer to propel their fare indicates a considerable improvement. Not sure what’s happening with the TK produced album but you’ll read about it here when I do.
Nice to have my old mucker David Crider in the ‘hood. Most of you will know him as the man who brought Estrus Records to the world. We fought in the first proto-garagerock wars together and he remains true to his school. The Dt’s are his latest combo and if you imagine the Detroit Cobras amped up with an animated frontperson then you’d be getting a snapshot of their sound. However, this is an almost industrial strength strain of classic rockin’ soul. Borne out by a trashing of instrument after instrument suggesting that they need to get some kind of sponsorship to keep things moving. Some kind of deal where guitar manufacturers road test their product so see how much abuse they'll stand. It’s a mighty beast in full flight. And who could even imagine the voice that emits from Diana, a slight lass. Nice, quiet and composed until she stalks the stage and a Maggie Bell-sized growl flies into play. A set of pipes from beyond Joplin and enriched with the warmth of Lulu. Taste their loud, proud racket that takes no prisoners as the band brings the noise to a locale near you over the coming week so make a point of going out to catch ‘em.So there y’go, a report from the front line instead of the cocoa and biscuits one might expect from a critter of my late years. I’m looking forward to the smoking ban kicking in here next Spring. If there’s one thing that I dislike more than going out it’s coming back honking of smoke. I’m coughing and spluttering today as a result. But maybe it’s the bird flu? Like I should be so lucky.
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