BEST SERVED RARE - The Works (Donkey Punch Records)
The direct-from-the-wrestling-ring spoken word introduction's a giveaway, let alone song titles like "I Wanna Date You Mom" and "I Might Have Love Handles (But I Can't Handle Love)".
The Works are from Amsterdam and sound like they'd shun fine European dining and herrings for the delights of White Castle burgers and beer. Like any band with taste they LOVE the Dictators and don't mind you knowing it.
Here are 10 songs of unashamed excess, celebrating gluttony, day-time drinking in hazy bars and bonking. The Works call their music "Rock 'n CholesteRoll". That's because it's greasy and cheesy and riddled with trans fats, but in the end who cares? Chow down and enjoy. It's all summed up in "Enjoy Me (While I Last)". Who, me worry?
The Works are configured with one guitar, bass and drums with Marko Petkovic mixing it with the moshpit out the front on vocals. Marko has a lot of brash character - and I get the feeling he might have to back it up sometimes with their music attracting high-energy crowds that are similarly not big on subtlety - while Gillian Profundo P fills all the right spaces with muscular guitar. Rifferama lives and "The Chandelier" is a good case in point.
There's not much variation - "I Might Have Love Handles" is augmented with wheezy harmonica - but nor does an album as fun as this need much. "Beer & BBQs" gets along on a shuffle before slipping into a more conventional time signature but this is garage punk to guzzle to, not pontificate over:
"All the girls get knocked up/And the guys get knocked out".
Speedcore meets hayseed on "I Wanna Date Your Mom". Say hello to 9 Pound Hammer and Hammerlock. The Works don't mind a singalong and "Chunky Chicks" and "Get 'Em Young, Treat 'em, Rough, Tell 'em Nothing" bear this out.
You may have to be in the mood for this as the cliches build on another, but there seems to be enough irony in the delivery to keep me happy. The 'Tators did it first but their trash culture ethos is pretty timeless and someone has to carry the torch. So what if the cover photo shows The Works dressed in what used to pass for dine-in staff uniforms at Pizza Hut. It's all in the spirit of the music which happens to be appetising fare. Most rock and roll is junk food, right?
Belch when you're finished. The Works won't care. - The Barman
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