Sleaze rockers of London Town, beware. There’s a new bunch of kids on the block and they’re meaner, nastier and downright scummier than anything the various Crue-alikes populating the backstreets of NW1 have thrown up for a bit.
They are Pussycat & The Dirty Johnsons, their album “Exercise Your Demons” has just been released and they’re coming for your soul.
Hang on, are you sure this is a new album? I know there’s a bit of an ’80s retro fad among the Swedish rock fraternity but this is ridiculous. According to Heat’s press release, they come from the same town that spawned Europe. I dunno if it’s something they put in the water over there but believe you me it shows.
A three-track “live without a safety net” EP from this band who clearly belong in the “modern classic rock” bracket. This is a bit of an odd mix as on the title track and “Water”, the band chuck out a sort of Thin Lizzy style bout of guitar widdling which then goes very strange indeed when the lead singer comes in sounding like Eddie Vedder of all people.
For those of you despairing at the fact that the hated X Factor has been commissioned for another series to pollute our ears with more sanitised corpo-pop slop and wondering what the heck happened to the days when bands could write good simple catchy pop songs … I think I may have spotted a small speck of light at the end of the tunnel. And for once it doesn’t look like it’s merely an oncoming train either.
Credit I think has to go to the good folks at the Gaff for hitting on a top gig line-up at the last minute here. Until a week ago, this gig was going to be headlined by chirpy pop-punks the DeRellas until unforeseen circumstances caused them to cancel. Last minute replacements were sought and duly found and the result was a damn fine evening for all concerned.
Steven Morricone is probably best known to readers as the original bassist with the best new band in Britain today (and no arguing you at the back) the Eureka Machines. However, what you may not know is that he actually has another band which has been going for quite a few years longer (all the way back to the Britpop days in fact and whose line-up at one time featured Eurekas’ mainman Chris Catalyst), the Scaramanga Six. Now on their fourth album, they’ve come up with a bit of a belter here.
It’s fair to say that the Loyalties are one of those bands who, in this writer’s humble opinion, deserve to be a lot bigger than they are. Formed out of the ashes of the Yo-Yo’s by singer/bassist Tom Spencer and guitarist Rich Jones after their long-time bandmate Danny McCormack (ex-Wildhearts) opted to take a sabbatical from music, the group were regulars on the London gig circuit through from their formation in 2006 until last year and put out a storming album “So Much For Soho” in 2008. Containing several tales of living the barfly lifestyle in the less salubrious establishments of the West End, it certainly struck a chord with those of us on the Pure Rawk staff (no names mentioned) who also spend most of our weekends imbibing in and around Denmark Street on the hunt for great new life-affirming rock ‘n’ roll music and on a journey to hangover central the following afternoon when consciousness comes a-calling again.