Space Age Playboys
"New Rock Underground"

Kory Clarke is a living legend: he has lived between Los Angeles, Detroit, and New York, even working as a driver/courier for local mobsters at the start of his career, before putting his vitriol-filtered voice at the service of a deformed and fascinating creature of '90s metal like Warrior Soul, brushing against fame under the aegis of Geffen, wanting to be a rock star, but shining only in the eyes of a few lucky ones like me who have even met him in person.

Over time, the faded success has given way to a life of a true rock "loser", increasingly smaller concerts, lots of sweat and substances, gradually abandoning the twisted, psychedelic, and acidic creative vein of the early days and producing in a series small or great masterpieces of "space" punk metal both as Warrior Soul, solo, and as Space Age Playboys.

This very unique studio album as Space... does not disappoint expectations: party songs duly metalized, an anti-commercial voice par excellence, a punch in the face without much fuss, recorded in his own home with a handful of survivors from the Los Angeles glam scene like Riley Baxter (bassist who passed through L.A.Guns).

Thirty-nine minutes full of anger, sweat, and cocaine as every release of this genre should be, interrupted by "Cities, Scenes & Thieves" (later retrieved in the impromptu project Dirty Rig), a manifesto of a lifestyle and at the same time the only pop pill of an entire career devoted to self-destruction.