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22 December 2023
Like Batman and Robin in laser-light strap-ons, Supertouch and Sexmouth are the main duo that make up Boyjazz, the next step in futuristic butt-rock space-jams. And when I say \"futuristic\", I mean it. Especially since (according to their dossier) Sexmouth was born in 2053, and Supertouch was born in 2054. Whatever century these space monkeys are from, they definitely learned something on their trip through the time warp-- how to rock the fuck out.
In The City Tonight is their 30-minute, 12-track debut album, and it just plain bleeds a hardcore rock aesthetic. Brimming over like an amp-shaped toilet that’s clogged with high-hat print toilet paper, this LP vibes with jump-up tempos that’ll have you tapping your foot when you should be running for your plunger. The drum beats bump while the guitar riffs grind. And the eardrum-scathing vocals come in just at the right angle to further bridge the gap between classic hair metal bands like Iron Maiden and modern cock rockers like The Darkness.
As if that weren’t enough, the lyrics to this album are horribly fun. With lines like \"When you lick my dirty brown / Ooh, it makes a squeaky sound\", it’s pretty obvious these guys are just having a hell of a good time. Still, this album isn’t even close to being as much of a retarded/genius good time as Fire, the 2003 release from Electric Six that touched on the same borders of glam rock and insanity. But, then again, what is?
Comparisons aside, pour it all into an evenly buttered pan, then top it with a homemade crust. Bake it for 45 minutes at 250 degrees, and you’ve got yourself the arena rock potpie for the 21st Century that is In The City Tonight.
In The City Tonight is their 30-minute, 12-track debut album, and it just plain bleeds a hardcore rock aesthetic. Brimming over like an amp-shaped toilet that’s clogged with high-hat print toilet paper, this LP vibes with jump-up tempos that’ll have you tapping your foot when you should be running for your plunger. The drum beats bump while the guitar riffs grind. And the eardrum-scathing vocals come in just at the right angle to further bridge the gap between classic hair metal bands like Iron Maiden and modern cock rockers like The Darkness.
As if that weren’t enough, the lyrics to this album are horribly fun. With lines like \"When you lick my dirty brown / Ooh, it makes a squeaky sound\", it’s pretty obvious these guys are just having a hell of a good time. Still, this album isn’t even close to being as much of a retarded/genius good time as Fire, the 2003 release from Electric Six that touched on the same borders of glam rock and insanity. But, then again, what is?
Comparisons aside, pour it all into an evenly buttered pan, then top it with a homemade crust. Bake it for 45 minutes at 250 degrees, and you’ve got yourself the arena rock potpie for the 21st Century that is In The City Tonight.
artid
2383
Old Image
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issue
vol 6 - issue 10 (jun 2004)
section
entertainmental