Classic Rock Magazine / Classic Rock issue 188 SEPTEMBER 2013
TEAM ROCK
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15 chest-thumping tracks of new US rock, including Clutch, Beware Of Darkness, Vista Chino, Walking Papers, Scorpion Child and more.
01 CAROUSEL – Jeweler's Daughter Part Thin Lizzy, part Diamond Head, part Motörhead, Pittsburgh riff'n'rollers Carousel lay down the twin-guitar denim thunder boogie like they were born into it. This is the soundtrack of that sex, booze and adventure-fuelled van trip you never thought you'd take. Time to hit that road.
Taken from:
Jeweler's Daughter on Tee Pee Records
02 CLUTCH - D.C. Sound Attack! These uncompromising riffmongers may be the most musically lethal band in America. Their sinewy rock is so thick and powerful it sounds like with enough volume it could snap bones.
D.C. Sound Attack! throws in a harmonica and even a danceable beat, but it's otherwise all muscle and fangs.
Taken from:
Earth Rocker on Weathermaker
03 DEAD SARA - Weatherman Once there was a folk singer from LA named Emily Armstrong. One day she discovered rock. And then all hell broke loose. On this, Dead Sara's debut single, Armstrong's full-throated roar propels the band's wallshaking alt-rock into a blinding supersonic gut-punch, like Hole strapped fo a rocket and sent screaming into space. And this is only the beginning!
Taken from:
Dead Sara on Pocket Kid
04 WALKING PAPERS - Whole World Is Watching Given their pedigree - the band boasts Duff McKagen and Screaming Trees/Mad Season drummer Barrett Martin - calling them a 'supergroup' is a no-brainer. But there's more to Walking Papers than star names. Less a grunge redux than a vintage arena-rock revival, they're bluesy, warm and thoroughly ass-kicking.
Taken from:
Walking Papers on Loud And Proud
05 BASS DRUM OF DEATH - Shattered Me One-man racket maker John Barrett is the lonely, noisy soul behind Bass Drum Of Death, a rattling, lo-fi garage-pop monster from Oxford, Mississippi slowly evolving into a roar of blues-soaked classic rock. Witness the blood-soaked metamorphosis here.
Taken from:
Bass Drum Of Death on Innovative Leisure
06 BEWARE OF DARKNESS - Sweet Girl Effortlessly cool LA altrockers Beware Of Darkness look dead certs for Best of '13 lists. Written when frontman Kyle Nicolaides was only 16,
Sweet Girl is a crunchy, hook-heavy, Stones-y jangler tailor-made for dive bar jukeboxes or the radios in really fast cars.
Taken from:
Orthodox on Bright Antenna
07 MORELAND & ARBUCKLE – Tall Boogie If you miss the good old days of concept records, then you're in luck, because heartland rockers Morland & Arbuckle's newie,
7 Cities, is exactly that. It's about a Spanish explorer and his search for the mythical seven cities of gold. Who knows if he'll find them? What you will find is stripped-down, harmonica skronking, cigar-box guitar choogling hellfire blues.
Taken from:
7 Cities on Telarc
08 FREE ENERGY - Girls Want Rock Philly jukebox heroes Free Energy return with another instant smash. It's cook rock, but it's indie pop too, like Cheap Trick with a sleazier record collection. More importantly, it's bouncy, perpetually sunny, and offers a pretty clear road map to good times.
Taken from:
Love Sign self-released
09 SCORPION CHILD - Liquor From (we're assuming) a fire-belching volcano in Austin, Texas, prime movers Scorpion Child are head-honchos of sleaze metal's ferocious new breed. This is pure bare-chested, fist-shaking, virgin-sacrificing, man-on-the-silver-mountain bad-assery. If it got any louder or heavier than this, your head would pop right off.
Taken from:
Scorpion Child on Nuclear Blast
10 THE DIRTY STREETS - Stay Thirsty Three mop-haired dudes from Mississippi while away their youth listening to scratchy Humble Pie records, grow up, move to Memphis, and make a series of increasingly crucial rock'n'roll records. Remember back in the good ol' days when you clicked on the radio and everything sounded amazing? Dirty Streets do.
Taken from
Blades Of Glass on Alive/Natural Sound
11 DEAD BOOTS - On The Rocks Former blues bashers turned 70s-garage-glam power-poppers, Boston-based Dead Boots are a gleeful goulash of tasty rock'n'roll. Their music is like a lazy afternoon at the best used-record shop in town, with every flip of the disc a new surprise. For what it's worth, two of the members are the offspring of Joe Perry.
Taken from:
Veronica on Professor Vegas
12 WAYNE HANCOCK - Ride If you think country sounds like what Taylor Swift or Billy Ray Cyrus do, you're in for a shock when you hear Wayne Hancock. His music harks back to the very roots of the genre: Bob Willis, Hank Sr, Jimmie Rodgers. You know,
real country music.
Taken from:
Ride on Bloodshot
13 GOLDEN ANIMALS - You Don't Hear Me Now What happens when you let a couple of weirdos from Brooklyn loose in the desert? Well, they turn into Golden Animals. This boy-girl duo play a spectacularly hazy sort of cowboy psychedelia, like Nancy and Lee stoned to the tits on whatever the Velvet Underground left smouldering in the ashtray. Light as a feather, but heavy as heart attack, ya dig?.
Taken from:
Hear Eye Go on Reverberation Appreciation Society
14 HANNI EL KHATIB - Nobody Move Probably the only authentic, non-Iggy, bloody-nosed rock'n'roll rebel in operation with his music plastered all over TV shows and ads, chain swingin' El Khatib is an LA skate-punk reborn by the blues. His new album is produced by Black Keys mainman Dan Auerbach, although maybe 'produced' is the wrong word; 'unleashed' is more like it.
Taken from:
Head In The Dirt on Innovative Leisure
15 VISTA CHINO - Barcelonian Kyuss is dead. Kyuss Lives is also dead. But Kyuss is not really dead at all. Because former Kyuss moustache rockers Brant Bjork and John Garcia serve up the arid desert grooves you've come to expect in this twisty bit of stoner-pop bliss. If you've got a highway handy, take this along.
Taken from:
Peace on Napalm