| Artist: |
Zeke |
| Title: |
"Dirty Sanchez" |
| Label: |
Epitaph
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| Reviewed by: |
Bushman |
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Zeke is the crystal meth equivalent to punk rock. Zeke agrees with a
wide-eyed sniff and faster than thou big chord strum in the disk opener,
"Let's get drugs." Point taken and away we rip. If the idea of some guy
shouting in your ear as he spits his arrogant self-destructive rants over
manic guitars and 1 - 2 drum throttle doesn't sound pleasant, well, it isn't.
Get out of the way. Bust a bottle of beer over your head, spin around in
circles and break at least three things. Then you'll be ready for the Zeke
show. Blind Marky Felchtone (can't believe he actually has the word "tone"
in his name and deliver these throat scraping yelps) survives purely on
attitude and it works, if not limiting severely. But Zeke run over you so
desperately full on with ultra-quick songs with a "as fast as we can play'em
and I don't give a fuck" mentality ("I don't give a fuck" actually appearing
as lyrical content multiple times). The tempo slows a tad for the tattoo
parlor sleaze of, "Liar." Felchtone bleating out the title in most grating
form. Zeke actually attains a sense of "dynamic hook" when they DON'T play
every single note a zillion miles an hour like the stand out, "1999" and the
band should consider widening the approach. Whenever they do, the result can
be noticed immediately. For the most part, Zeke is purely a, "buy the whole
idea or not at all" type of band. Like it? Then you'll love this. (Bonus
is the closer that appears as, "My Way" but is actually the screamiest
version of, "Rhiannon" by Fleetwood Mac that would make Stevie Nicks' breast
milk curdle. Gotta be heard just for the sheer audacity of it.)
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