Lost Crusaders "There Used To Be A River"
Mike Chandler doesn’t even have a Wikipedia page… Mike Chandler, the one from Outta Place and Raunch Hands… one of those who had garage punk transplanted right next to his heart…
So here comes the Reverend… in three, no let’s make it four episodes, actually five otherwise it won’t fit… with this splendidly different splendid record…
It’s still the epithets against prog rock thrown by Tim Warren that dominate the inner cover of Have a Swig, the latest large format but short circuit work from Raunch Hands featuring two deadly covers: Did You No Wrong by the Sex Pistols and the comic Frenzy by Screaming Jay Hawkins, along with five new tunes from the New York gang. Except for the filthy stomp of The Long Crawl Home, which seems to have slipped out of The Axeman’s Jazz by the Beasts of Bourbon, it’s a “swig” of derailing rock ‘n’ roll, stuffed with harmonica, saxophone, and brushes, and defiled by Chandler’s mocking voice.
Tim Warren was right: Raunch Hands are a timeless band, capable of balancing on the history of rock ‘n’ roll while spitting from above. Watch what you drink when you open your mouth.
Fierce beasts.
How else to define the Raunch Hands? Animals living free from any enclosure, used to urinating on every briar of rhythm ‘n blues, on every bush of frat-rock, on every shrub of rock ‘n’ roll, on every clump of soul music, on every novelty sprout. Making their den in others’ burrows. Just like the Blues Brothers at Bob’s Country Bunker, they bring their music where they know it will be hated, turning that hostility into an even fiercer racket. Dripping from their mouths, not having any other soft orifices to drool from.
Fuck Me Stupid doesn’t back down an inch in the conflict that Raunch Hands have been waging for eight years now. Raising the level of confrontation and tension even further. The arrival of Mike Edison on drums had the effect of a match thrown into a powder keg. And the result is a huge explosion of lascivious firecrackers of rock ‘n’ roll dripping with lard and sexual fluids that even James Brown and Solomon Burke couldn’t conceal under their cloaks.
What are you waiting for? Fuck me, stupid.
Mike Chandler doesn’t even have a Wikipedia page… Mike Chandler, the one from Outta Place and Raunch Hands… one of those who had garage punk transplanted right next to his heart…
So here comes the Reverend… in three, no let’s make it four episodes, actually five otherwise it won’t fit… with this splendidly different splendid record…
It’s still the epithets against prog rock thrown by Tim Warren that dominate the inner cover of Have a Swig, the latest large format but short circuit work from Raunch Hands featuring two deadly covers: Did You No Wrong by the Sex Pistols and the comic Frenzy by Screaming Jay Hawkins, along with five new tunes from the New York gang. Except for the filthy stomp of The Long Crawl Home, which seems to have slipped out of The Axeman’s Jazz by the Beasts of Bourbon, it’s a “swig” of derailing rock ‘n’ roll, stuffed with harmonica, saxophone, and brushes, and defiled by Chandler’s mocking voice.
Tim Warren was right: Raunch Hands are a timeless band, capable of balancing on the history of rock ‘n’ roll while spitting from above. Watch what you drink when you open your mouth.
Fierce beasts.
How else to define the Raunch Hands? Animals living free from any enclosure, used to urinating on every briar of rhythm ‘n blues, on every bush of frat-rock, on every shrub of rock ‘n’ roll, on every clump of soul music, on every novelty sprout. Making their den in others’ burrows. Just like the Blues Brothers at Bob’s Country Bunker, they bring their music where they know it will be hated, turning that hostility into an even fiercer racket. Dripping from their mouths, not having any other soft orifices to drool from.
Fuck Me Stupid doesn’t back down an inch in the conflict that Raunch Hands have been waging for eight years now. Raising the level of confrontation and tension even further. The arrival of Mike Edison on drums had the effect of a match thrown into a powder keg. And the result is a huge explosion of lascivious firecrackers of rock ‘n’ roll dripping with lard and sexual fluids that even James Brown and Solomon Burke couldn’t conceal under their cloaks.
What are you waiting for? Fuck me, stupid.
IlConte
24 feb 23
DeRank ™: 20,86
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