WYLDLIFE

TOP SHELF ROCK ‘N’ ROLL AT A BARGAIN BASEMENT PRICE.
A BAND AS LOUD AS THE FONT YOU SEE HERE.
LATE 70s GRIT MIXED WITH MODERN MAYHEM.
BUZZCOCKS STYLE POP PERFECTION.
RAMONES STYLE GANG MENTALITY.
STOOGES –ESQUE STAGE CONTORTIONS.
GOLD-TOOTHED JAWS THAT COULD SWALLOW THE SEA.
A SNARL THAT WOULD MAKE STIV SHIVER.
GUITAR FINGERING NOTHING SHORT OF SORCERY.
BEAR TRAP MELODIES THAT SNAP AND CEASE TO LET GO.
A GROUP THAT BELONGS TO NO ONE AND TO EVERYONE.
TOO SMART FOR THE PUNKS, TOO DUMB FOR THE INDIE CROWD.
TOO HANDSOME FOR THE GARAGE SCENE, TOO UGLY FOR THE STADIUMS.
FOUR ALBUMS DEEP AND NO SIGNS OF STOPPING.
TRACKS TO HOWL AT THE MOON.
ANTHEMS TO BURN HOLES IN THE CARPET.
RESONATING FROM THE BALLROOM BLITZES
TO THE BACK ALLEY SHOWDOWNS THE WORLD OVER.
RAPID-FIRE WIT SOAKED IN SWEAT.
RABID-DOG CHARM SMOTHERED IN SIN.
BUZZING WITH SPEED. THE MUSIC THAT IS.
THE GIRLS ALL DANCE.
THE BOYS ALL DANCE.
THIS IS WYLDLIFE.
THE ONLY LIFE.