NEWS: RUSSIAN DOG DISEASERS JUST ALERTED US: THE DOG HAS BROKEN FREE AND JUMPED THE BERLIN WALL. IT SHOOTS SLIME.
The result is the second album from Austin baby-eaters, led by XXX-TREEM TEEN HEARTTHROB & SLIME-COATED
SABRINA GRAHAM. The kennel of howls includes multiple caged OBN III’s and BAD SPORTS. Those Deans-of-Education who have studied A GIANT DOG’s “FIGHT” LP already know this is going to be a shot of TOP NOTCH QUALITY “X” (L.A.) stuff with MODERNETTES sweet-teeth to it, and other POINTED STICKS tendencies (in other words PURE MAGIC POP MADE BY PUNKS). The production here is tip-top with advanced technological advances made by producer Mike McCarthy. The grit of the underlying Hubbley Bubbley mix of discreet 70′s punk sexuality through a gloryhole of NWOBHM METAL-WOMMMAAANNN VOOCAAAALLLZZZZ will surely retain its sugary grit however. A criss-cross of dominant strains of guitar/vocal/boy/girl/dog roofies are drugging you into the basement where you die high on this records fumes. The resulting impression? The takeaway lesson? This record is a bit like a Frankenstein on a table, full of goop and wires that sits up and talks like Macho Man Randy Savage at you about “IMPORTANT SHIT” through a ring of white moustache coke. In other words, a “PARTY RECORD” that is “LOUD” and “VERY GOOD” that “YOU SHOULD BUY”!! Seriously, A Giant Dog is THE SHIT.
These doods and girl are incredible at songwriting that is good, and that does NOT suck. About as well-written and well-recorded as they come, this is the official “DOG CALL” album for all the loose hairballs on the streets of South America. It comes with a high quality download (can you really believe I just said that shit about a DOWNLOAD? Yeah I know, I know) and pressed on BIG DOG VINYL (using no chicken by-product).