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ReviewsDoktor Frankendragster by Sleaze - www.sleazegrinder.com A double wallop of continent hopping supersleaze here as Jersey Motormonsters Electric Frankenstein team up with Eye-talian speedfreaks Bad Dog Boogie for 8 quick laps around the track. Up first cuz, let’s face it, they’re grand-daddies at this point, EF smash n’ thrash through three metal-riffin’ Dead Boys-on-wheels cock n’ rollers, including the throb-along boogie-rock of “Dead On Beauty” and the scorching “Make No Mistake”. As an added bonus, EF toss in a bitchin’ cover of Girlschool’s “Not For Sale”. Of course, it sounds more like AC/DC than GS, but it’s a fun cover nonetheless. Italian sleaze merchants Bad Dog Boogie lean a little heavier on the ‘redneck motherfucker’ pedal, as they bash out a trio of metallic devil-rawk originals, including the awesomely titled “Mike Tyson (King of Rock n Roll)” and the heads-down, denim-demon riff-riot of “13th Floor Generation”. They end on a cover, too, this one a manic run-through of “Judy is a Punk”. BDB haven’t quite mastered the easy rattlesnake charm of EF yet, but you can pretty much bet that they& die trying. Brief but riotous, “Dr Frankendragster” is solid one-two punch. Get it if ya like things that and roar breathe fire Doktor Frankendragster by Clay N. Ferno - www.candyforbadchildren.com These two motor blasting bands compliment each other well. I’ve always been an Electric Frankenstein fan, and they prove themselves again on this record. It’s tough and funny and the guitars have full on Kiss progressions. I can see why they call themselves "Punk Rock and Roll" the punk is in the vocals, the rock is in the riffs. My favorite EF track here is "Dead on Beauty" which uses one of my favorite vocal deliveries, the "Back and Forth" (see The Hellacopters, "Lonely" or almost any Kiss song). The last EF track is a kick ass cover of Girlschool’s "Not For Sale."Bad Dog Boogie and EF do sound similar, but I think I may be retiring my Gluecifer CD for a while and listen to these guys some more. With a great title like "Mike Tyson, King of Rock and Roll" how could that song not rock. Again, we have some serious Motor City madmen on the guitars riffing it up to the high heavens or the depths of hell, wherever the Frankendragster decides to take us. The last track, as seems to be the norm on these splits is also a cover, "Judy is a Punk." Doktor Frankendragster by Carel & Tiago - Insideknowledge And again the rock&roll heroes; Electric Frankenstein, are back with some dirty, sleazy hard hitting punkrock, streetcore and rock&roll, that hits you right in your face. This time on a split album together with Bad Dog Boogie. Too bad E.F. provides only four songs (three original songs and one Girlschool cover, “Not for sale”), on this album. In B.D.B. they found an equal opponent, this is the first time that I’ve heard of them but after four songs they made a pretty solid impression on me. Three new songs by this band and a Ramones cover song “Judy is a punk” made me a believer in B.D.B.. The all over impression of this album ROCK, ROCK, ROCK, Until You DIE Motorfucker by Fightforrock - www.fightforrock.com Italian Cock n' Roll vets Bad Dog Boogie explode into space with ten blistering tracks of sweatin', spittin', strutting motorpunk that's equal parts thunder, mud, blood, and glitter, all wrapped up in shiny chrome and used leather. It ain't easy sounding like KISS and Motorhead at the same time, but BDB manages it more than once here, and that's not their only cunning stunt. Rolling around the edges of all this bad-ass rifferama is some seriously tasty southern rock guitar, and their propensity for the big, catchy pop hook, even in the middle of a full on Super Rock assault, is impressive. Devil Rod's vocals are all whiskey-gruff and ready for anything, and even though his phony baloney Yank accent ain't fooling anybody, he sounds suitably bleary-eyed and evil here, and anyway, I think "Cum Gets in Your Brain" sounds the same in any language. Man, these cats might as well just get 'Rock and Roll" tattooed right on their goddamn foreheads, because there's no doubting their allegiance to the stuff. "(Call Me) the Bishop" is my new theme song, "Filthy Place" is about exactly what you think it is, and it sounds just as dirty, and their cover of "Paint it Black" is a monster Motorfucker by Carsten Hanke - www.ox-fanzine.de Italien legt nach in Sachen Rock'n'Roll. Nachdem sich in der letzten Ausgabe TAXI mit bleibendem Eindruck durch meine Gehörgänge gefressen hatten, kommt mit BAD DOG BOOGIE aus Turin hier die dreckige Variante des Italienrock. Gesungen wird leider nicht auf Italienisch und die Themen, denen sich die Feingeister Devil Rod (Vocals), 8ball (Drums) und El Bastardo (Guitar) u.a. widmen, sind weder Amore auf der Rialto-Brücke, noch der Sonnenuntergang in Rimini. Nein, diese Herrschaften möchten auf "Motorfucker" alle Stronzos mit ihrem Hot Rod über den Haufen fahren. Wer da mitfahren will, braucht keinen Anschnallgurt, sondern lediglich dicke Eier und Spaß an Bands wie PETER PAN SPEDROCK, FU MANCHU und der obligatorischen, viel zu viel kopierten und doch nie erreichten Kilmistertruppe.Kopieren tun die Burschen hier nur "Paint it black" von den ROLLING STONES, was leider in die Kategorie "Griff ins Klo" fällt. Motorfucker by John McPharlin - www.i94bar.com No, I'd never heard of Nicotine Records until now either, but it looks like nicotine might not be nearly as bad for you as people keep claiming, at least not if these two releases are anything to go by.Perhaps I'm getting a bit slow in my old age, but it took me a while to work out whether I was listening to "Bad Dog Boogie" by Motorfucker, or "Motorfucker" by Bad Dog Boogie. Taken as a whole, the album cover supports both stances and frankly the former seemed the more likely, not to mention the more orthodox, but it turns out that it's the latter - the album is "Motorfucker" and the band is "Bad Dog Boogie". Still I spent a contented 40-plus minutes basking in their riffage while I tried to determine which was which.During my search for enlightenment, I couldn't help noticing that in the small print on the back cover the band acknowledges Mark Farner ahead of Check Berry. Fortunately these guys are a little more focused and a lot less self indulgent, thus delivering the kind of hard charging riffage Grand Funk Railroad always promised without the artery clogging musical cholesterol that GFR all too often dispensed along with it (and yes, I still do have "Closer To Home", "Live" and "Survival" on vinyl in a cupboard somewhere, so I know the why and wherefore of which I speak).Don't get me wrong though, there's nothing hugely subtle here. This isn't a courteous and cultured meeting of your local debating society. It's big, hairy blokes playing loud, belligerent music; two guitars, no synthesisers, no triple tracked vocals, no syrupy harmonies. Sure, perhaps you could debate whether their cover of "Paint It Black" is any more successful than GFR's cover of "Gimme Shelter". Personally I think they do for "Paint It Black" what the Lemonheads did for "Mrs Robinson".The only uncomfortable moment came when track two (named "Filthy Place" appropriately enough) seemed to go all techno on me. Then I realised that the skipping and repeating wasn't something that the band had intended. Since I was playing the CD in my CD-Rom drive, my first thought was that this was yet another half-arsed, heavy handed record industry attempt at copy protection so I tried it in my CD walkman, but no dice there either.As a last resort, I turned the CD over and examined the playing surface, whereupon I was reminded immediately of why it's not a good idea to load your CDs into the player with the same hand you've been using to hold your sticky bun. What a relief - all it took was a quick wipe with a clean hanky to get the good music flowing again (and don't we all wish that the same simple solution would work for commercial radio too!).These guys have got all the right influences and wear them proudly on their sleeves, from the MC5 ("Kick Out The Jams" is a mystery bonus track, for those who don't mind sitting through the obligatory thirty-odd seconds of silence after the last "official" track) through Led Zep ("Whole Lotta Hate") to Iggy & the Stooges (even working "TV Eye" into the lyrics of "Cum Gets In Your Brain"). Right from the very first time you spin this record there's a warm and welcome sense of familiarity, just like walking into a bar where everybody knows your name (or at least is trying to work it out).. Motorfucker by Peter Punk - dreamers.com/peterpunk Desde Italia llega el álbum de esta banda que le dan al rock and roll al estilo de grupos como MC5, Stoogies, AC/DC, Hellacopters, Ramones... En el disco grabado durante el pasado mes de enero en los estudios Cisko's de Turín junto a Luca Bevlacqua y Tony Carbone, se marcan 11 temas (incluídas dos versiones: "Paint it Black" de los Rolling Stones, y "Kick Out the Jams" de MC5) en títulos como "El Camino 666", "Motorfucker", "Inner Voice", "Whole Lotta Hate" o "Filthy Place"... Un poco más de 40 minutos de rock and roll bastardo con guitarras asesinas Motorfucker by Sleaze - www.sleazegrinder.com Italian Cock n' Roll vets Bad Dog Boogie explode into space with ten blistering tracks of sweatin', spittin', strutting motorpunk that's equal parts thunder, mud, blood, and glitter, all wrapped up in shiny chrome and used leather. It ain't easy sounding like KISS and Motorhead at the same time, but BDB manages it more than once here, and that's not their only cunning stunt. Rolling around the edges of all this bad-ass rifferama is some seriously tasty southern rock guitar, and their propensity for the big, catchy pop hook, even in the middle of a full on Super Rock assault, is impressive. Devil Rod's vocals are all whiskey-gruff and ready for anything, and even though his phony baloney Yank accent ain't fooling anybody, he sounds suitably bleary-eyed and evil here, and anyway, I think "Cum Gets in Your Brain" sounds the same in any language. Man, these cats might as well just get 'Rock and Roll" tattooed right on their goddamn foreheads, because there's no doubting their allegiance to the stuff. "(Call Me) the Bishop" is my new theme song, "Filthy Place" is about exactly what you think it is, and it sounds just as dirty, and their cover of "Paint it Black" is a monster. I knew these motorfuckers had it in 'em. Blazing Motorfucker by Michele Ballerini - www.kathodik.it Esordio al fulmicotone sulla full lenght per i Bad Dog Boogie , tostissima hard rock’n’roll punk band dell’hinterland torinese. I cinque ragazzi piemontesi se ne strafregano altamente dei pruritucoli finto-sentimental-intellettualistici che troppo spesso caratterizzano certo esangue rock della penisola e ci propongono un allucinato viaggio nelle torride “highways to hell” dell’hard più viscerale e impregnato di "dannato" spirito blues. Un disco che trasuda amore per quella mitica “Bad America” già cantata a suo tempo dai Gun Club o da ’Easy Rider’: quella dei losers , dei bikers e delle scorrerie senza meta e senza più legami su autostrade infuocate in cerca di un Paradiso (o di un Inferno) da ritrovare. Il sound della band ha sicuramente profonde affinità con quello di Nashville Pussy o Gluecifer ,ma ancor più evidente è l’influenza di certo hard rock blues americano dei primi anni Settanta (Blue Cheer / Litter /Steppenwolf), dei leggendari MC5 (dei quali riprendono, in chiusura di disco, ‘Kick Out The Jams’) e dei primi Ac/Dc (quelli pre-Back in Black per intenderci). Assoli micidiali, strutture blues deformate e dilatate e una voce efficacissima nel dipingere scenari distopici e di “fuga dalla civiltà”: questa la cifra stilistica dei Bad Dog Boogie. Disco davvero riuscito . Ascoltare ‘El Camino 666’, ‘Cum Gets In Your Brain’ o la notevole cover di ‘Paint It Black’ degli Stones per farsi un’idea. Born To Be Wild!!!!! Motorfucker by Stradivarius - www.babylonmagazine.net Seconda recensione per i BDB, e non perchè abbiano fatto un disco nuovo, magari, ma perchè la prima me la sono persa... Casini da scribacchino di Babylon. Motorfucker by Domenico Mungo - Rumore Una bionda in vena di spericolate acrobazie erotiche fuorilegge.Stivali bianchi fluorescenti mezzoginocchio,tremondi su vertiginosi tacchi a spillo sostengono due lunghe affusolate gambe che si perdono nel limbo risicato di una microscopica minigonna di jeans:mozzafiato!Lei è sul sedile posteriore della tua decappotabile cromata lanciata a 180km/h mentre si dimena umida e lasciva,kick Out The Jams versione rock'n'roll scorreggione a palla nell'autoradio,ma dietro la curva dell'ultimo tornante...stop:polizia!Motorfucker!ecco i Bad Dog Boogie,5 alcolizzati folgorati di r'n'r 100% deambulanti nelle opache notti torinesi,sfornano 10 songs al fulmicotone,grondanti MC5 e stones,stooges e Nashville Pussy da tutti i porri(quelli di Lemmy...).Il predicatore se la rideva nella macchina che seguiva,ma dovette ricredersi sul conto dei 5 che mangiavano germogli di soia con Joey Ramone:adrenalina pura li ha definiti,senza averne ancora sentito la ruvida ma incantevole versione di Paint It Black,il punkroll sporco e menefreghista,scostumato come uno scraccio catarroso sulla punta dei mie stivali di pitone,di El Camino666 e Whole Lotta Hate,etc,etc...: trovateli,sfondategli il cranio con una bottiglòia di jack,rapite la bionda,fottete il cd e fuggite con l'auto della polizia |
