The Grannies
Erected Lady Man
© 2004 Wondertaker (708297600223)
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A veritable punk rock killing machine.
tracks
- 1 Chain Wallet
- 2 Homo Moment
- 3 Set to Stun
- 4 Crap My Dress
- 5 The Wrong Song
- 6 Drainpipe
- 7 Sorry
- 8 Not in the Face
- 9 I Wanna Know
- 10 Teenage Kicks
- 11 Crime Still Pays
- 12 Crank the Suck
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albums you will love
- COBRETTI: Violation Guaranteed
- THE GRANNIES: Gumjob/Granarchy In The E.u.
- MIDNIGHT BOMBERS: Evil Streets
- JACK ENDINO: Permanent Fatal Error
- VARIOUS: Death Rattle & Roll, Vol 1
- THE GRANNIES: Taste The Walker
- DIRTY POWER: Dirty Power
- EVERYTHING MUST GO: Apocalipstick
- THE GRANNIES: The Grannies
- AIN'T: If Its Illegal To Rock And Roll, Then Throw My Ass In Jail
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notes
The Grannies
Erected Ladyman
Wondertaker
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Sluggo, who you may remember as the dude making Hullabaloo flyers at the counter of Charrette in Harvard Square in 1988, or possibly as the guy who runs San Fran superrock dealers Wondertaker Records (formerly Dead Teenager records, formerly the home of Dirty Power), has a rip-snorting punk n' rollin' band of his own, The Grannies. They are called the Grannies 'cuz that's how they dress, see, in over-sized flower-print house dresses and old-folks make-up and white wigs, and like, walkers and canes and shit. There is no good reason for this, so honestly, don't try and suss it out. It's simply the worst band gimmick since a buncha Christian puffballs dressed up like bumblebees, and believe me, the Grannies KNOW it, it's just too fuckin' late to stop now. Of course, you can't actually HEAR how they're dressed when yr listening to this record, so mebbe forget everything I just said, for this album will kick yr wrinkly old ass halfway across the bingo hall. Eschewing the speed-trial flail of their previous outings, on "Erected Lady Man" (ha ha!), the Grannies toss in all manner of great rock n' roll song - ya get the bitchin' Twin-Tone-esque roots n' roll of the (swear to Christ) touching pseudo-ballad "The Wrong Song", the 70's thunderboogie express of "Drainpipe", the Dolls-y swagger-glam of "Teenage Kicks", the Motor City meltdown of biker-scuzzfest "Crime Still Pays" - and lotsa fast n' nasty stabs of punk-ass speed rock in between. Best of all, regardless of what mode they're in, whether it's sincere rock revivalists or snotty, tranny-granny punk rock assholes, they lay on the hooks and the howls and the cock-rockin' guitar solos like...like they're not even dressed like arthritic 70 year old broads at all. Trust me on this one, as soon as the nurse is done giving you a sponge bath, tell her to get you a copy of this record. It's almost as good as those awesome big blue pills they give you whenever you get caught jerking off in the TV room.
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-Sleazegrinder