![]() ![]() When you drop your phone, your AC/DC iPhone case protects it, the grinning visage of Scott lovingly screen-printed upon it, acting as your guardian angel. You wake up to it each morning, letting Angus Young’s crunchy riffs and Bon Scott’s dulcet cries of “Oy! Oy! Oy!” ease you from the arms of Morpheus and back into the realm of the physical. It’s my favorite classic rock anthem, and also yours. Have you considered the possibility that A.C./D.C.’s “T.N.T.” is not actually about explosions? because, in his words, “there is no one writing a column specifically about AC/DC songs and that’s fucked the fuck up.” note: Each week, or every other week, or once a month, Drew Millard will break down a different A.C./D.C. You know it when you hear it – or when your body involuntarily does that rock ‘n’ roll seizure dance, rather.Drew Millard has eleven different custom A.C./D.C. One Paint Fumes song is pretty much any other Paint Fumes song. Few bands are so self-assured and cohesive this early on. Paint Fumes have crafted a sound that’s all their own, and they’re only on their first album. That’s mainly what’s so noteworthy about Uck Life. You know it when you hear it – or when your body involuntarily does that rock ‘n’ roll seizure dance, rather. “Sevol Natas” is introduced with a chilled-out air organ but quickly crescendos into Paint Fumes’ signature mania. The title track employs a piercing tone, “Walking Song” shows off a surf-rock side and “999” is dark and bleak in melody like the soundtrack to a midnight tombstone-defacing party in a haunted graveyard. And there actually are differences between the songs, of course. But that’s not a complaint: It’s rare that an LP is so wholly listenable from start to finish. The individual sonic romps are so equally assaulting it’s hard to tell them apart. The album is as much a bewildering blitz as their live show. Paint Fumes’ set was a kick in the face, a blaring, tinnitus-inducing alarm to wake up the weaklings. It was the second day of the weekend fest and most folks were still trying to shake off hangovers. Within a few seconds she was topless, still hopping around and vibrating like a madwoman. A girl who was part of the Paint Fumes posse hopped onstage, dancing wildly and whipping her hair about. Who knows? During their raucous set, cans of beer soared above like party missiles, and one of them nailed a friend of mine square in the nose. But von Cramon and company were long since up an’ at ‘em. It was early afternoon at 529, the daylight still streaming in to the hazy club. ![]() Paint Fumes left a mark in my memory at the last Atlanta Mess-Around. Frontman Elijah von Cramon’s shouts and howls are too fiery to decipher, and paired with the frenetic riffs and drummer Josh Johnson’s relentless fast-paced pounding the sound threatens to blast out your eardrums even at low volume. Uck Life is the garage-rock-rooted band’s debut LP, and it’s a balls-to-the-wall explosion of energetic grit and grime. These guys seem to live the results of huffing their name, spewing reckless rowdiness with a dizzying fury from every song. Modern rock ‘n’ roll doesn’t get much trashier, dirtier or more frantic than Charlotte, N.C.’s Paint Fumes. Las entradas desde 12.0 euros las puedes encontrar en Ticketrona. ![]()
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