Sleaze Round-up: July 2015
Sleazegrinder on new releases from Chainsaw Hookers, Dirty Rotten Souls, Crossplane, Bikini Hunters and Southern Fried Genocide
Chainsaw Hookers: We Want Your Blood
I like it when an album feels like it’s pummeling your brains in, and this one does that from every angle. Chainsaw Hookers are from Australia. That’s obvious right away, since they sound like AC/DC on angel dust barrelling down the highway on motorcycles made of skeletons.
Every song on this album is titled after some videonasty gorefest – New York Ripper, Make Them Die Slowly, Hills Have Eyes, etc – and the lyrics match the themes, all eye-gouging and suburban Satan worship and geysers of blood ‘n’ offal.
Musically, it’s also pretty trashy, full of pseudo-metallic riffage that feels rusty and jagged, and big hooky choruses that sink into your ear-holes like a Ginsu knife. We Want Your Blood is a party with no survivors. Essentially this is what would happen if you locked a bunch of teenage hoodlums in a video store for a month in 1988. I mean, with guitars. Otherwise they’d just sit there and watch movies. (7/10)