by: Sean Gresens
I'm going to try something different with this one. Instead of just a general blanket statement about the band as a whole, I would like to focus first on this band's latest record (since its description most certainly follows suit with their other outputs).
This is going to be a bold statement… so seriously brace yourselves, kids… Kentucky's brashest of the brash, the mighty Lords, might have quite possibly bottled up and laid down a record that comes the closest to sonically delivering a glimpse at what it's like to be my alter-ego, Spleen Latifa. Meaning, if you were to take the tastes, the tendencies, the views, the traits, the ticks, the demeanor, and the all-around fuckedupedness meets righteousness, toss it into a blender set to violently mix, then dump said contents onto a vinyl copy of any Motorhead, MC5, or Stooges record, smooth out the mess, cauterize it to the wax disc with a crème brûlée torch, then pop that fucker onto your turntable cranked in double-time and turned it up to 11… Fuck all Y'all Motherfuckers is what you'd get. (more…)