Thunderclaps
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I used to rock. It’s all I did in high school and college. Punk, pop-punk, punk rock, garage, grunge, metal, hair metal, you name it, I rocked it. But age, predictably, brought a taste for the soft and vintage, sad and sweeping, melodic and cooing, intricate and moving. I don’t rock that much anymore. Nowadays, putting on an old rock record prompts more nostalgia than angst and energy; it’s just not the same as the days of pissing off the neighbors and driving too fast all in the name of you know what. I miss rocking out and feeling carefree about it. I miss think-free rock and roll. It’s hard to rock these days. But every now and then I hear a new rock record like The Horrors’ upcoming Strange House—due out in May—that kicks in those old flames for rock and does so without a jaded and nitpicky sense of discomfort. So without being nitpicky and jaded, let me confess: The Horrors rock. With track titles like “Jack The Ripperâ€, “Thunderclaps†and “A Train Roarsâ€, Strange House haunts, rumbles and shreds or—simply put—kicks ass. The ferocious London band reminds me of old school Brit punk, Stooges-dominated garage punk and the now defunct, once awesome Murder City Devils. They’re tortured and punishing and always on the verge of exploding – there’s enough tension to tear walls from their foundation. I bet they kill live. Hell—I’ve never seen them—but I know they do. My old rocker self still remembers. "Punishing":http://www.myspace.com/thehorrors
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