Search for sleaze performed on Saturday, 10th January 2009.
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In a market that is becoming increasingly saturated with second-rate Michael Buble and Frank Sinatra imitators, it is refreshing to hear a troupe of young musicians making original, cutting-edge jazz music.
Band Profile: Sleaze Orchestra
Band profile for the band Sleaze Orchestra
Cash Mattock: 21st Century Sleaze
God this is a tricky one, so it's going to be really brief. First off because this album contains 17 songs of which describing each ones sound would take me forever (the press release which came with this CD is 4 A4 sheets long!), but primarily because this guy is a bloody nut, and his album hums with this undertone.
Stadium sleaze and slither from Magoo with space noises and big chords. Sounds like a very thin boy in dark make-up and a monster sound rig up front.
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Pray For Hayden: As The Sun Sets
Post-hardcore, emo crushers Pray For Hayden are here to bleed you dry. I believe this natty little EP is a first, if so then it ain't a bad squeeze.
Five O'Clock Heroes: Run To Her
Oh Jesus, When is this endless tide of pretty boy piss poor pop going to end? "Run to her" skips merrily around on my CD player but I think I am going to take it out in a minute and use it as a coaster.
Having originally burst onto the scene with a flourish as wide eyed teenagers in 2003 the Chicos promised much.
This must be the aural equivalent of what happens when one of those people who try to make themselves look like Dracula smiles 'cause they're, y'know, happy and stuff.
Interesting ways to sort out your band's musical direction number 341 - take the Kaiser Chiefs' sharp approach to indie-pop, add a dash of razorblade guitar riffs, some Stooges style onstage hyperactivity, stick a rocket up its jacksy and enjoy.
Richard Nixon would be proud. At last, something good with his surname. This 3 track EP from Manchester quartet Tricky Nixon is mighty impressive.
Pink Grease are sexy in a trashy, New York fanshionista way, and with the inclusion of The Greasettes- three girl backing singers- you can guarantee there will be someone on stage you want to fuck.
Smilex are from Oxford. They're inventive and spirited and should do a fizzing stir-fry of set at the Royal Park Cellars when they come to Leeds on November 1st.
Those of you whose interest in the rock press goes no further than Kerrang! might be a bit surprised to learn this but there is actually quite a burgeoning sleaze/glam metal scene underground in the UK at present.
Raw, loud and unrestrained, the latest offering from the boy/girl blues trash outfit is the epitome of nicotine-stained scuzzy rock 'n' roll.
Despite all the bad press, Gay Dad still have the songs you can spin your gran round to. So, it was somewhat surprising to see the size of the crowd that had made the uphill trip to the Carling stage from the main arena.
This Black Velvetine's latest release, the three track EP "Goodbye" reeks of all things sleaze, snot and debauched rock.
Guitars. Lots and lots of guitars. Leather, screaming girls, sweat, passion, sex, sleaze, bourbon. Just some of the things that pop into my head when I think of the words Rock n Roll.
Instant Species: She Gives Me Nothing EP
You know those times where you're sure you've seen something before, but don't quite know what it is, and it pisses you off for the rest of the day trying to figure out it out?
You can't fault it. This is as good as it gets. Instant Species have fully evolved, grown to maturity and had babies.
"Let's lay down some f**king hits" drolls The Blood Arm frontman and all round king of cool sleaze Nathaniel Fregoso on their new long player's opening number.
If God was Scottish and in a band (and some troubled FF fans think he already is), by divine right he would be signed to Chemical Underground.
How healthy/unhealthy must British music and the Leeds scene be right now if Boy Kill Boy can barely half fill the Cockpit second room?
"Please excuse us, it's very hot in these cravats" winks Yellow Stripe Nine's quirky keyboardist with a cheeky smile pinned haphazardly across his malleable face, tongue firmly slotted into cheek, twinkly eyes joking merrily along with all this talk of decadence, sleaze and spotless white spats.
The Hair make me want to do reasonably mucky things to people. I think. I'm not sure. Either that or maybe find a partner to relive certain aspects of 'Dirty Dancing' with right there and then on the shiny wooden floorboards of The Faversham, except we'd incorporate more modern and perhaps more subtle dance moves whilst substituting those items of footwear now relegated to the depths of a chiropodist's hell with slightly more comfortable shoes.
Pretty Girls Make Graves @ Joseph's Well
First up at The Well tonight were local sleaze punk rockers Buzzkill. A favourite in the local scene, Buzzkill have developed a popular status and rightly so.
I saw D-Rail once before at the Rocket and thought they had a lot of potential, even if they hadn't realised it at that time.
Jamie Lidell @ Across The Tracks Festival 2006
Jamie Lidell is an absolute nutter. Appearing as a diamond geezer dressed in silken bathrobe with gold rope strung loosely, provocatively, around his torso, he headbangs and face-pulls like a schizo on strychnine whilst a masked figure with white wires and whiskers coming out its face lurks about setting up cameras and sending disturbingly delayed footage to the screen at the back before propping up a mannequin's dismembered hand (which is, nicely, impaled on a metal pole, just in case you weren't freaked enough) in front of Lidell's mad-scientist decks; then leaves it to turn, slowly, in a revolving, demented circle.