SHE-WOLVES
SHE-WOLVES
UNSIGNED
Unsigned? Unbelievable. The She-Wolves’ debut self-titled, five-song CD – which includes a cover of “Trash” by the New York Dolls – is full of hard, rocket-fueled punk that make some of the current mainstream girl bands sound like Britney.
The
Wolves’ first song, “Art of War” begins with some nice
and steady drawn-out distorted electric guitar. Nice catchy pop-rock
song, right? Nope. The song soon moves into a beautiful mile-a-minute
array of high-pitched guitar, thumping bass and machine gun drums.
And when Donna Nasr – of Cycle Sluts fame – belts out with
her raspy pipes, shouting lyrics on textbook war survival at light speed,
the circle is complete. Divine.
Hats off to drummer Tony Mann on “Art of War.” Anyone who enjoys anything with a faster beat than a typical R&B fuck-anthem will be on the verge of an orgasm in no time. The first song has a little help from Jimmy Gestapo of Murphy’s Law on background vocals and Shigenori Matsumoto of Suicide King for the guitar solo.
But the second song, “Chupacabras” is downright hilarious. While not as fast as “Art of War,” the second song strives on Spanglish lyrics with a nice touch of RAUNCHY! Nasr and bass player, Laura Sativa, make listeners blush and giggle with lyrics such as, “I wanna suck you un poquito” and “Mira, baby you’re so macho/I eat you up like a nacho.” It’s hard not to appreciate the creepy drawn out vocals during “Yo quiero …” change into a sweet schoolgirl sounding “… vampire sex.”
“Murder Engine” tones things down a bit with a slower beat and bass. But the drugged-out vocals give the song the feel of a midnight, satanic goat sacrifice. No complaints here. The song seems to compare revenge to murderous femme fatales (Please forgive me if I’m completely clueless on this) with lyrics, “When you lie with vengeance/She will fold you in/Sprung from mortal coil/Sacrificed by sin.”
The last She-Wolves original on the disc is “A Hundred Bucks.” It’s not a lyrical masterpiece but it works, dammit. The Oi! sounding shouts ask for a hundred bucks over and over again, promising it’s not going to be spent on drugs. The song has a nice pace to it, but still doesn’t compare to “Art of War.” It’s still a good enough caffeine substitute though.
Final verdict; She-Wolves can kick your lily ass. These ladies – and Tony Mann – are raw, fast and just damn good. It’ll be a damn shame if She-Wolves is neatly packed into a girl band category. They just sound like a fantastic band that could kick the crap out of a good deal of their male counterparts. But it’ll be a fucking travesty if they don’t get signed. Granted, there were only four original songs on the cd, but what they had was fantastic enough to get them a record deal.
Hats off to drummer Tony Mann on “Art of War.” Anyone who enjoys anything with a faster beat than a typical R&B fuck-anthem will be on the verge of an orgasm in no time. The first song has a little help from Jimmy Gestapo of Murphy’s Law on background vocals and Shigenori Matsumoto of Suicide King for the guitar solo.
But the second song, “Chupacabras” is downright hilarious. While not as fast as “Art of War,” the second song strives on Spanglish lyrics with a nice touch of RAUNCHY! Nasr and bass player, Laura Sativa, make listeners blush and giggle with lyrics such as, “I wanna suck you un poquito” and “Mira, baby you’re so macho/I eat you up like a nacho.” It’s hard not to appreciate the creepy drawn out vocals during “Yo quiero …” change into a sweet schoolgirl sounding “… vampire sex.”
“Murder Engine” tones things down a bit with a slower beat and bass. But the drugged-out vocals give the song the feel of a midnight, satanic goat sacrifice. No complaints here. The song seems to compare revenge to murderous femme fatales (Please forgive me if I’m completely clueless on this) with lyrics, “When you lie with vengeance/She will fold you in/Sprung from mortal coil/Sacrificed by sin.”
The last She-Wolves original on the disc is “A Hundred Bucks.” It’s not a lyrical masterpiece but it works, dammit. The Oi! sounding shouts ask for a hundred bucks over and over again, promising it’s not going to be spent on drugs. The song has a nice pace to it, but still doesn’t compare to “Art of War.” It’s still a good enough caffeine substitute though.
Final verdict; She-Wolves can kick your lily ass. These ladies – and Tony Mann – are raw, fast and just damn good. It’ll be a damn shame if She-Wolves is neatly packed into a girl band category. They just sound like a fantastic band that could kick the crap out of a good deal of their male counterparts. But it’ll be a fucking travesty if they don’t get signed. Granted, there were only four original songs on the cd, but what they had was fantastic enough to get them a record deal.
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Codell Rodriguez