Sinner Sinners - Cardinal Sins (2010)
Smell of burnt tar, alcohol and gasoline, petrol bombs, grease, leather, blood and debauchery. Rage, palpable tension, hysteria smoldering ... not score again and yet the scene is already installed flawlessly. You skeud slid into the plate, no one forced you there (if it may be of what may be hiding behind cover so tempting), nobody forced you are not sure, then do just not play after virgins and do as everyone from the first seconds, take your legs to your neck and scream, run away, beg, panic ... Everything! Try everything you can to escape, but nothing will, once the Play button, you can not escape the hot breath of the drunken and horror-punk greasy Sinner Sinners. Already the free-lous sax filled the space and the shadow of Steve Mackay hangs over the carnage ahead. A few more seconds and the cake is going to fart in the mouth like a grenade into a shriek and inhumain.3 ... 2 ... .1 .... ZERO!
Because yes, it is indeed a killer sound that we're going. Not long ago, Sam and Steve Thill we had already somewhat warned at the turn of the incendiary 45t LA's Burning and The B'side's No Place Like ... (found elsewhere on the album with pleasure, which eliminates the need to emphasize the plate every time you want to be sending a shot of high energy). They could keep all that tension and energy that goes with the length of an album? Although they are not the only ones in control, they have unearthed an unlikely any band of freebooters / desperadoes to lend a hand in their work of evangelization evil (think rather in the list of participants in the album of the duo " ) and if you want an idea of the level Craft said the object I am informed that there is a small mistake on the book I quote the track 13 is the 12th in fact - and the 3 and 4 are reversed:
biting midges in the face they are their only weapon? oh no, shown by Sonic Room more "pop" if one may dare to term, or Dead Dead Dead presqu'enjoué and impulsive (with his female chorus that is reminiscent of the excellent Harmonic Generator Datsuns) Finally ... as long as we make abstraction of Paoli, who tend to sentence a bit macabre. With regard to wake the dead, piano baltringue (Shebang) from Stetson is widely expected to get there.
We attack the second side as we had done the first without the cries of horror that are no longer needed here, the atmosphere is always so disturbing with its organ-doped and the disembodied voice of Sam lost in the bottom of the mix, as embedded in 6 tracks greasy guitars. In some ways this title might suggest that Iggy could have done better if he had not gone solo, as often happened on many unsavory swindlers anxious, alone, can ask their name next to hers. The remark that we had already made on the 45t is more than ever on the length of the album.
If by chance you still doubt the capacity and interest to jump immediately on this album essential for any damned soul, an ear quick carcass should completely convince you. Efficiency, energy, melody and immediacy, all is summed up in this title already cult who 's interested in what's really worth to be listened to in France. You know a lot of combos solo-final acceleration, as in There's No Place Like ... ? Personally I have rarely heard on the side of or on the last starac Charlotte Gainsbourg!
Motorhead, Seeds, Sonics, Stooges, Cramps, and yet I know, yes, the Sinners have embarked on a ghost train already pretty crowded and there are far to pale figure, the listener, cons by which may turn green when wild ride stops at the last notes of a Mummy evocative, in a final roar of engine overheated after stroke. A final land Pelet, 6 nails (stitched on the leather) and a dagger (iron of course) ... the die is cast. Oh Lord (of Altamont) have mercy ....
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