GROOP DOGDRILL |
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This is not a drill. Repeat, this is not a drill. It's a "Dogdrill." "Groop" Dogdrill to be exact. And just what Groop Dogdrill is supposed to be I have no idea. But they make some of the raunchiest, low-down and dirty rock and roll I've ever grown disgusted to listen to. I'd like to include tasteless as well but the presence of songs like "Lovely Skin," "Gracelands," and "Personal" give me enough restraint though more for relaxing their sound over the usual biting content of the lyrics. Listening to this kind of stuff really makes me wish I was born in England cause, Son of a Bitch, if they don't come up with some of the quirkiest shit I've ever experienced, albeit a little too frequently for my taste, I might add. If such was the case where I did originate there, maybe I could dream up overly indulgent, starkly creative reviews like the dudes from their rags that body slam the hell out of other comparable artists…but they're damn good at it—writing about and performing it. Groop Dogdrill is not your average pop-influenced power-punk band of English musicians—drunkards and barroom brawlers maybe—but not musicians…and they won't win any awards for the good neighbor policy. They're decidedly more irritable than the typical rockabilly artists they've been compared too, like a dirtier version of Rocket From the Crypt or The Cramps. Take a listen to songs like "Cocksucker Blues," "Southbound Tuxedo," and "Oily Rag," (please, somebody get the man a cigarette for God's sake!) and not only does the grime creep to the surface, but you'd be hard pressed to think they weren't completely bombed at the start of recording! But they're good—very good at challenging us as listeners and willing to settle for nothing less than slammin', balls-out, rock hysteria from what's left of their carved up instruments and sinister tendency for trying our patience. I must have listened to this disc six whole times before I finally felt ready to write something about it, and I'll probably do it another six times before it gets set aside in favor of something worse! They have all the qualities that first put heavy metal music at the top of everyone's hate list, all the while not truly being recognized themselves as performers of heavy metal, though the "666" contained in the their symbol is a nice touch! Released By Beggars Banquet Review By Vinnie Apicella |