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| The Widders - Down For Life |
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| November 12th, 2007 10:37 |
Alright, I finally got an album to review! This time around it is the new release from the (formerly Cacti) Widders-"Down For Life". This band has been around for damn near a decade, playing shows in dive bars, backyards, and anywhere else they can. The Widders hail from Visalia, home of skate legend Tom Knox. Tom takes care of the drumming duties for this three piece, and along with the stand up bassist lays down the framework for 11 new tracks of hard rocking psychobilly influenced rock action. Actually, according to their label's website, they have labeled their sound 'sleaze rock'. I have to say that I can't really argue with that moniker since most of the lyrical output centers around what I am gonna call the "man's ruin" lifestyle. You know what I am talking about right? Those tattoos that sum up all the vices that we love, but are eventually gonna be the death of us. Hell, I got one of them tattoos myself. Mine's got the big titted chick sitting in the martini glass, a king/ace blackjack, and skateboards in it. And goddamn if those very things haven't gotten me in more trouble, but I wouldn't trade any of it in for the world. Anyway, enough about my tattoos. Let's get back to the music.
Down For Life is lifestyle music, as long as your lifestyle revolves around whiskey, fast music, and faster women. As far as any comparisons/ influences go, I am gonna give that to you straight from the horse's mouth. This is poached directly from their myspace page, copied and pasted: "motorhead meets social distortion crossed with the supersuckers and a little reverend horton heat. we have our own sound. but if you are into psyco, punk, rock and roll you will like us". I don't think I could have described it better myself, except that I think I would have reversed the order of the bands so that the Reverend was first. This is some high octane rock and roll, no matter which way you slice it. It makes me wanna grow my hair out just so I do one of them rock-a-billy hair doos, what are they called again? Hold on, I gotta ask my wife. A quiff! That's it. She's the resident Psychobilly expert, she even has a Quakes shirt. Or maybe it's a Hellcats shirt. Hell, maybe it's both. Sorry, got sidetracked again. Look, just get your hands on this disc and a bottle of Jack, crank up the tunes and do something that you might regret later. Life's too short to live any other way.
Roy Starin
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