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CD Review: The Lash Outs’ Debut Album

If the Adverts had been an American band, they might have sounded something like Dallas punk quartet the Lash Outs. Like thousands of other good bands all over the country, these guys are stuck with a local scene that basically sucks, a theme that echoes vehemently throughout this totally kick-ass cd, their debut effort. The Lash Outs’ style of punk alternates between a smartly melodic, vintage 70s feel and a punkabilly, slightly Social Distortion edge with fast, bluesy lead guitar. The vocals owe a debt to Johnny Rotten – snotty but not in that stereotypical NOFX Cali surferdude way – they’re sarcastic and the lyrics are funny. This is a great party album, a great driving album and a good choice for your ipod after work when you’ve had to deal with enough BS for a week, never mind a single day.

 

The cd kicks off with Chupacabra, an instrumental somewhat akin to los Straitjackets gone punkabilly, followed by the cynical dead-end anthem Set Me Back and then Dream Catcher, which sounds a lot like the Sex Pistols’ version of Something Else. “I use my head in a visual way/To keep my dreams in my dreams as they’re snatched away,” frontman/lead guitarist Joey Holbrook defiantly smirks. The next cut Pain in the Ass is killer, the offhanded dismissiveness of its pissed-off minor-key melody perfectly matching the lyrics.

 

Whitney is a sarcastic tune about a dominatrix; the band’s signature song The Kids Don’t Wanna Dance nicks the opening lick from Dirty Water and then gets evil and chromatic like the Dead Kennedys. Holbrook rails about getting stuck with an opening slot on a Tuesday night at some shitty club: “We busted ass and dropped the rock/But all they did was sit and talk.”

 

The faux-sensitive midtempo ballad My Life (or Lack Thereof) features a surprisingly pretty guitar solo; if it was any faster, the self-explanatory Don’t Wanna Be with You would be hardcore. “This one’s about a chick who gives good head,” Holbrook tells the live audience in deadpan fashion, as the band launches into the rousing, rockabilly-inflected Fellatious Flo. The cd wraps up with another punkabilly number, the venomously sarcastic Requiem for Rock and Roll, a lash out at conformist listeners everywhere.

 

The Lash Outs have no New York gigs scheduled at the moment; their next show is at Nov 1 at the Denton’s Not Dead Fest, 2 PM at Fred Moore Park, 701 Wilson St., Denton, TX with Warcola, the Scandals and others.

October 21, 2008 Posted by | Music, Reviews | , , , | Leave a comment