Dead MUSIC FOR NATIONS/SONY
Former Turbonegro frontman lays out his hooks for the kooks
Hank von Hell sounds slimy. Stinky. He’s a bin with facepaint. But lift the lid on Dead, and it’s filled with hits. Velvet Hell’s sickly refrain is A-tier Lordi fodder, whereas Alkaline Trio would poison their entire fanbase to steal the title track. Clearly, this isn’t Hank’s trademark death-punk, it’s just banging, glammy rock. Disco is the most up-the-nose metaphor for cocaine ever written, whereas Blackened Eyes’ dunderheaded lyrics could have been penned by Randy Marsh. It’s not clever at all, and that’s absolutely fine - you don’t need to be when you’ve got that instantaneous hook in Am I Wrong, the scummy, livewire riffing through Danger Danger!, or that laughably excessive - yet 100% necessary - key change for Disco’s finale. Every song on Dead is an earworm/ass cobra; it’s Hank’s strongest, sexiest, shit-hot trash bag of music since Turbonegro’s Apocalypse Dudes. Wanky Hanky er tilbake.
FOR FANS OF:
Hardcore Superstar, Electric Six, Turbonegro