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Supragroup
If rock and roll was dead, these guys just kicked it out of the casket and jolted it back to life. Supagroup represent old school heavy rock and roll like it’s nobody’s business.
No, they’re not a ‘metal’ band, or some pseudo-southern rockers. They don’t sound like Metallica, or the Black Crowes, or some hair metal crap. They aren’t depressing like most of the ex-grunge bands, and they aren’t posers like the seven hundred Axl Rose wanna-bes that appear on late night MTV, either. Instead, they are classic hard rock, with an edge that makes them sound dangerous. Imagine what AC/DC would sound like if they lived in New Orleans you took away their Ritalin, and that about explains it. These guys rock like they love it, and they play it like they live it. The leadoff track, “What’s Your Problem Now?”, stands as a statement of purpose, not only because they specifically announce that they will ‘kick our ass’, but also because it sets them up as semi-deranged womanizers on speed. “Lonely at the Bottom” is as catchy as the title suggests, and its theme is furthered on “Born in Exile,” painting the band as society castoffs with an attitude. These guys aren’t poets, but they smoke. Supagroup would be the dream band for Beavis and Butthead’s backyard barbecue bash (if only Beavis and Butthead were still with us).
I may be getting old, but I still know good rock and roll when I hear it. Thank God I still have room for music like this in my life. Hey, if I had daughters, I’d probably lock ‘em up when these guys came to town, and throw the CD away…but I don’t. Instead, I pour myself another double bourbon on the rocks, pop in ‘Supagroup’ and rock out while my teenaged sons stare at me like I’m some kind of loon. Then, to my surprise, my new New Orleans bride walks in and cranks up the music, then makes heavy metal horns with her right fist and jumps into my lap.
Life is still good. Maybe I’ll have to lock my wife up when these guys come to town….
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