The New Lou Reeds
If The New Lou Reeds (who split their time between Cleveland and NYC) lived their songs and sound, they'd practice in a garage, smoke up from tallboy cans, print hand-drawn 'zines with editorials about "The Political Economy of Dumb Punk Rock" and spin Patti Smith and Pere Ubu albums. With salivating snarls, twitching rhythmic alienation and one very loud electric guitar, they sputter social commentary on teenage metalheads, ticket scalpers, uppity hipster chicks, the end of the world and Woody Allen. And if that doesn't sound like dirty, down-and-out rock & roll fun, you may as well retire that leather jacket now.
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