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Rating: ... I mean, I write a review for the Creeps and in the comments, they bring up the Boohoos; then, a few days later, a review of Paul Chain is even published. So just say you're provoking me. And since I respond to provocations... dear DeBaserian women and men, here you have the BOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOS!
Simply, the protagonists of the best rock ever played in Italy, without a chance of rebuttal, and this could be the end of my review.
But it continues, at least to remember the two masterpiece records by the band from Pesaro, the mini “The Sun, The Snake, The Hoo” and the album “Moonshiner”, compiled in this CD which I warmly recommend to anyone who thinks that Iggy Pop, in the last thirty years, hasn't been able to write a song worthy of his history, and may God forgive him for reviving the Stooges for that unworthy charade sold as a "historic reunion".
Precisely the motor city of the Stooges and MC5 - not forgetting New York populated by Dolls, Dead Boys, and Heartbreakers - was transplanted into the remote Italian province of the Eighties by four boys animated by the sacred fire of rock'n'roll, accompanied on this occasion by the veteran Paul Chain.
The result? Rock in its broadest sense - there's everything, from garage to punk, from blues to psychedelia, from hard to glam - more than dirty, filthy, or better yet dirt, and the reference to the Stooges' song is not at all casual. You know "Dirt", right? Well, you know what to expect when you put this disc in the player.
And, just to stay on topic, if you need one reason, just one, to get the CD, then the reason is “Search And Destroy”, rendered in such an extraordinary and personal way as to make its real origins forgotten: not bad for a debut band.
In reality, there are another thirteen valid reasons, starting with “Nancy’s Throat”, a memorable piece that retraces thirty years of rock’n’roll in less than three minutes, handing the reins to a David Bowie struck by the Fuzztones; followed closely by “Ghostdriver”, dominated by a granitic yet dynamic riff, worthy of the rolliest Sabbaths arm in arm with Alice Cooper; and then the devastating, overwhelming seventies punk outbursts of “My H.E.L.” and “Meet Us” (the New York Dolls meeting the Dead Boys); the estranged and estranging blues of “The Hoo” whose sick atmospheres bring to mind the aforementioned “Dirt” of Stooges’ memory. And I'll stop here, with the mentions: practically, there is already enough to go crazy, and we are only halfway through “Moonshiner”.
I leave it up to you, who have come this far, the surprise of discovering in its entirety “The Sun, The Snake, The Hoo”: if “Moonshiner” is by far the best rock album in Italy, however, it may be understood, well... “The Sun, The Snake, The Hoo” is much more than that, I don’t know of what, but much, much more. One of those albums that make you wonder how the heck an Italian group managed to play it.
Without words or breath!
PS I apologize in advance to GEB and GNAGNERA, but I don't feel like saying that “Here Comes The Hoo” is a GAZ record: definitively too ahead compared to all the filthy garage bands. To be clear, the Sick Rose were definitely GAZ, the Boohoos were - and still are, because they remain unmatched - a splendidly indefinable and undefined mystery.
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