Showing posts with label Hate Street. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Hate Street. Show all posts

Feb 2, 2017

THE HOT LZ's Aggravate My Mind LP

      Johnny Thunders spawned a lot of illegitimate rock-n-roll offspring. That's not a problem in as much as itself though as is how many of those kids don't do a Johnny kinda thing right. I'm not talking about being a junkie or the rats nest of hair that made even the Ronettes says "DAMN!" kinda thing. I mean more like how a bunch of them wanna rock but forget about the roll. When that happens the listener is more often than not being handed something that ends up being warmed over Mötley Crüe with less groove and more plod or suburban pop-punkers disguised in some historical reenactor get ups.
     Going back to at least his days as the six string slinger in the Halfways in the late 90's, The Hot LZ's Mark Death has known that without the roll you cannot really rock. He makes sure that the rest of the band knows it, learns it and lives it too.
     Another thing that is lost on a lot bands that proudly show off their 180g color vinyl reissues of Dead Boys/Iggy & the Stooges to anyone that will look is that pussy and booze are part of the diet but it's hate that provides the rocket fuel energy for rollicking propulsion. 
     Aggravate My Mind is not short on hate songs. As the rhythm section thumps and swings and the guitars blaaang and blare, Mark sneers contempt for those who way overstay their welcome on "Don't Wanna See You", disgust for those around him when he's just trying to have a beer on "Moron Magnet", ill will for those who think they're superior on "Baby You Ain't Shit", general animosity for living on "I Can't Seem To Die" and "Murder In My Heart" and...well, you get the point by now I'm sure.
      "So, does the dude hate everything?" you may be asking. Well, I've seen pictures of the chickens Mark has roaming around his yard. He does seem to dig them so at least not every living being in the world pisses him off. For you though, turn this record up and let the spite blast so the neighbors can hear. They'll probably be too worried that you'll go ballistic on them and stab them in the eye if they asked you to turn it down.
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Jul 14, 2013

the HOT LZ's "Bringdown-Comedown-Putdown" 7inch EP

     Since the mid 90's as the guitar slinger in forgotten but rockin' meat and potatoes punkers the Halfways, Hot LZ's head slimeball Mark Death has never hidden away his reverence for Mr. John Anthony Genzale, Jr. In a way where he probably actually refers to him as Mr John Anthony Genzale, Jr. instead calling him by the name most know him as-Johnny Thunders.
     Hell, so much as where most people would get a LAMF tattoo-Mark's says LIKE A MOTHER FUCKER underneath it just so everyone knows what it exactly means. Such things do need to be clarified at time.
     The recording here sounds like it was made on a beer can deposit budget. The sleeve design, save for the weird waxy substance the cover is slathered in to make it glow in the dark, looks even lower budget.
      Death's half slurred/half prop-er-ly e-nun-ci-ated vocal cadences on these four songs sound like something scraped off the bottom of Cuban heels and as wishing to be as New York City as a drunken love child of Thunders and coked up Ace Frehley with lyrics to match while his guitar solos blurt and blare that thing that launched a billion punk rock guitar heroes who will admit to only a very chosen few that they tried to nick from Keith Richards but they couldn't figure out to play them right.
      The Hot LZ's are not gonna blow any minds or knock down any walls by taking punk rock somewhere it hasn't been before. I don't think they really care either. They probably do dream of playing for 1000's of rowdy fans where girls will throw their panties at them but will settle for payments of free booze, gas money and a handjob in the parking lot.   
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