Just perch your ears towards their most recent compact ditty, "Demolition Safari." In order to maximize CRETIN'S virtuous motto,"All songs are for entertainment purposes only," they scouted stateside until finding Philadelphia's Steel Cage Records, while their international espionage ring already had hunted down some red headed American mischievous, commanding Deutschland's Middle Class Pig Records. A thousand times more metallic sounding than THE CRIPPLERS, CRETIN 66's tunes are LOUD, straight forward, and most importantly, catchy. Just force me to cease any further proclamations, which could result in the breaking of some equal opportunity laws. Just dutifully purchase "Demolition Safari," PRONTO!
THE CRIPPLERS, from St. Louie Louie (and sometimes Columbia), mission statement simply reads the following, "MID-WEST, LO-FI, PUNK AND ROLL !!!MAYHEM!!!." JOHNNY THUNDERS AND THE HEARTBREAKERS, ZEKE, THE WOGGLES, professional wrestling, and other alchoholic vices, helped prejudice THE CRIPPLERS. This band screams to the world that a varied diet of rock and roll is still in their blood. THE CRIPPLERS music is not just for zit faced punkers or Joe Alternative. No sir ee. According to recent telemarketing surveys, a typical CRIPPLERS fans just wants to get down and dirty.
On the verge of breaking up, THE CRIPPLERS decided it would be better to stick it out, as they just had a record released on California's Dionysus Records. The earsplitting, yet trashy rock and roll of THE CRIPPLERS may not sound similar to CRETIN 66, yet is parallel in quality, as documented on their debut album, "One More For The Bad Guys." Note to record collector scum, "File under rock and fucking roll!"
Rember, the next time you cruise eastward or westward on I-70 in Missouri, bring tapes (or c.d.'s), because the radio will not even think of crankin' out some raw rawk and roll. This means you better get off your butt and purchase these two albums, and you THE LISTENER, determine who is the winner of the battle of the bands, not this drunken' idiot. In the mean time, lets hope that these rock and roll messiahs pull out their beaten up band equipment, and cause cows to self-tip with their warped, yet righteous versions of rock and roll.
(thee ANTiHiPSTER)
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