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am not saying that this quartet cannot play, because they
certainly can. Especially the whole boogie Southern style heavy
rock where soaring solos are shot skywards constantly, and the
grooves are enticing and try to evoke certain sweaty sexiness
that’s so owned by the hottest states, and the classic rock
element is there all over painted and chiseled so that when
someone writes a flowing paragraph about Stonerider the
inevitable citations of history making bands like Led Zepellin
or AC/DC is anything but unavoidable. Sure they can, especially
the guitar duo of Neil Warren and vocalist Matt Tanner who don’t
waste time executing leads that are surely exaggerated by the
maximum use of a cry baby pedal. This is a constant throughout
Three Legs of Trouble, and if you are a fan of the sound
you’ll be sure to be loathing it by the time you get to the end
of this record. Yes, this one trick pony found a formula and
swallowed it whole. Actually, Stonerider kind of reminds me of
Tora Tora.
But in all
actuality we have to make a decision whether Stonerider is or
not an actual cock rock band. My first answer would be a rotund
Fuck Yes! By the absolute dawn of the fad (right
around the time the dudes of Warrant stopped pouting) the cock rock genre
was in some instances becoming a bit more aggressive. This was
evident in the latter works of cheese filled cakes like Skid
Row and Dokken (who actually went a bit alt rock), but there was no way anyone would care. The adoption of
pure rock and roll into what shit ass pop bands like Pretty Boy
Floyd and Vain had been doing was destined to regress into this
sort of blues based rock and roll. Is the same kind of music Stonerider makes. They have songs with titles like “Wild Child”,
“Hair of the Dog” and “Ramble Down” for fuck’s sake. The
difference then being that Stonerider display an updated look
that replaces make up and hair gel for skanky tatooes, famelic
body frames and dreadlocks. Pass.
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