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Rating: The atomic bomb launched by the yellows.
Take a nice kick in the balls to end the year on a high note. Ugly toilet-faced guys in leather jackets, belt in hand and cigarette in mouth, cowboy sneering on Viagra, that's who Guitar Wolf are.
"Rock'n roll Etiquette" is the usual whirlwind of high-speed nonsense with volume beyond endurance. Without naming too many songs (all on the same level between series z snuff kiddism and electricity discharges so strong they could restart the bicylinder heart of some superbike) the whole vibe is smelly and foul-mouthed, perversely bondage with women tied to some Gibson Les Paul, like a rude Ramones painting soaked in whiskey.
The bass is almost inaudible, the drums are a set of rotten sushi boxes, and the guitar, mon dieu, that guitar is the textbook all young aspiring musicians should study from.
Yet the attitude makes us love this gem to the point of wanting to understand its intimate inner workings: the almond-eyed trio's attitude is that of divas that sticks two fingers up the butts of various aspiring "naughty" bands.
In an interview with a well-known American magazine, guitarist Seji was asked to comment on the alleged current wave of return of the "bad, dirty and ugly". His response was a sly grin, and then he said something like: the tiger never rests. That's what Guitar Wolf are: a cult, a trend, they are those pair of jeans you keep on even when you've crapped yourself because at the concert the volume was bowing your stomach.
The explosions of "Murdercocks", "Toilet Face", "Sore Loser" (among many) prove that even the Japanese know the subtle difference between bukkake and splurge: the first is a tradition, the second is a raging art left only to geniuses.
God bless the dirty guitars.
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