Powersolo "Its Raceday …and Your Pussy Is Gut!!!"
Powersolo
It’s Raceday …and Your Pussy Is Gut!!!
Crunchy Frog
Like a monster hemi in an oversized pick-up, Powersolo play dirty rock & roll that cruises hard on all cylinders only hitting its stride when it’s breaking the law. From honky tonk to punky blues, Powersolo bring roots rock to a new generation of kids and have juice left over to power a few ballads.
“Mr. Suit” is an echo-saturated noise fest, featuring congas, overdriven surf leads, and an intoxicating chorus. Not to be outdone by the rash of gypsy punks taking over the scene, Powersolo cramp an entire CDs worth of shackshaking into “Booty Smoke,” a mile a second ditty that clocks in at the half minute mark. And although the band feels the unnecessary need to bring things down with the country love song “Broken Wings,” everything is made better with “Juanito” a traditional Spanish anthem.
Coming off like the bastard child of Gas Huffer and The Supersuckers, Powersolo’s only flaw is that they try to do too much on one record. The musical styles sound like a ’50s rockabilly compilation, but instead of 14 different artists each song is by Powersolo and these guys are planning to rule it all trying to rule everything that could possibly labeled Americana.
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