DEMOLITION DOLL RODS at Siroco (Madrid, 15 Dec 1999)

In a remarkable period of “welcome back, duds” - I admit I was not feeling it anymore - I listened to (re)discovered garage bands of soul and blood with, as a rule, the most diverse influences from beat to punk, from psychedelia to R&B - from power pop to folk, from rockabilly to mod, even soul and even hard rock. In short, the essence of rock 'n' roll from real beasts to the wild scream of “fuck your virtuosic and super-fast shit scales and your fucking four-octave vocal range.” From 1990 onwards, with some revival from old relics, savansadir.

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A day with one of my bands that excite me in every sense. A skeletal, hallucinatory lunatic named Dan Kroha, yes that Dan from the Gories, deliberately lets himself be ensnared by two girls on the edge of the nobly audacious. They go to take the best from blues, garage gospel, punk in lo-fi modulescion. Tribal, sinful, deviant, wonderfully obscene, and add all the best at your pleasure… “Even the masters the Cramps never dared such a thing” I believe Guglielmi wrote…

Au revoir…