Suicide Bombers-The Sex Tapes
Label: Independent
Release date: March 2nd 2015
Chris Damien Doll-The Sleaze Fuhrer-Lead Vocals & Guitar
Lazy Leather-The Sex Gunslinger-Lead Guitar & Backing Vocals
C. Slim-The Thunder Mechanic-Bass & Backing Vocals
T-Bone-The Outlaw Groover-Drums
1. Intro: The Sex Tapes / Tokyo, Japan - Midnight
2. BLADERUNNER (TOKYO NiGHTS)
3. Intro: Los Angeles, California, USA - 21:20
4. iKiLL (SUiCiDE ROMEO
5. Intro: The Orion Nebula - 06:15
6. PLANETS COLLiDE
7. Intro: Oslo, Norway - 19:32
8. X.i. THiNG
9. Intro: Moscow, Russia - 11:59
10. BOYFRiEND (SHA-LA-LA)
11. Intro: Backstreet Island - The Night Before
12. DEVOLiCiOUS BOYS
13. Outro: The Sex Tapes / ...over & motherfucking out!
I can't believe that there are bands out there that can have a full length out since 2012 and now a truly kick ass EP just out March 2ndthat the majority of us haven't any clue to.?! Yes they are on the other side of the world from me. Sure the releases are totally DIY, but damn why oh why can't we just get all these mofo's heard? Oh right, I guess that's what we are doing here...
Ladies and gentlemen. Boys and girls. I introduce to you the newest, greatest and the sleaziest hard rock band in the known free and not so free world the Suicide Bombers. Hailing from Oslo Norway and dripping with swagger, sex appeal and more talent then a body has a right to have the sleaze merchants in the Suicide Bombers deliver and deliver in spades with The Sex Tapes. The Sex Tapes is as tight and perfect an EP as any other I have heard. And not only do the 6 tracks drag you through the mire and leave you begging for more (so much more), but the mastermind behind the Bombers, Chris Damien Doll ups the bloody ante and says F*ck it, lets not only blow away the masses with a killer EP, but lets toss in between each track poignant dialogue's that make this lil' EP bloody epic! A be damned concept EP! I know right freakin' on!
The lead of track Blade Runner (Tokyo Nights) opens this can of hard rockin' whoop ass and just sets the tempo for what's to come, a sleaze driven, arena rocking anthemic tome with the gumption to move mountains. I kid you not. I Kill (Suicide Romeo) is hands down my fave on the disc. Chris comes on sounding like a uber pissed off Kory Clark (which is ironic since I think KC is just plain pissed off, but that's another story...), Space Aged Playboys/Warrior Soul incantor and the band follows suit just pummeling you with this fist pumping head swinging ditty! Chris and company forge forward with Planets Collide another serious rocker that has a gritty Sunset Boulevard feel about circa 1987. Chris throws down in a Taime Down, Stephen Pearcy vox styling and the boys just enhance what he's laying down with a killer hook and chorus. Not only on this track, but Lazy is a guitarists guitarist. Creating a barage of hooks and lead fills that accentuate the fervor that is being created. He's damn good. XI Thing is up next and this track does not let up what has already been started pure sleazy hard rockin', fist bangin' goodness. Of course this one is just dripping with sexiness as Chris belts out "I'm never late for a play date!" The band is relentless and you can't help wonder what is possessing these SOB's? But wait. What's this? Boyfriend (Sha-La-La). Huh. Chris and the bomber boys throw a good ole' Poison fueled, Pretty Boy Floyd sprinkled mid-tempo ballad-esque number on us. Nice. A really great tune. Lastly, but certainly not least for anything is Devolicious Boys, the lead off video, is another Faster P*ssycat-like rocker with some more tasty guitar work from Lazy, and a primal core rhythm again that swaddles the senses in an oh so tasty aural blanket... thank you C. Slim and T-Bone.
The guys in the Suicide Bombers certainly aren't messing about here kiddies. They are on tap to be and I quote "the most explosive band in history" and I concur. I desperately need to backtrack in the catalog and get the 2012 full length Criminal Record and ultimately, even though The Sex Tapes is so new its still warm, I am anxiously awaiting what the deviliciously demented musical genius Chris and his merry mates churn up next. Cheers boys!