A really awesome, hard rocking classicist heads down piece of ultra catchy rock and rock glammy rocking whomp, and a benefit for a rock nyc friend and good guy, and the Pagans only do it for two and a half minutes?
It seems buried in time and a barely controlled anger, ready to flip you or the rest of the world. “Something’s not right…” is a carrion call, a sort of dread continuum to the Pogues early spirit:a s though your each back and back and find nothing is where you placed it
The Pagans didn’t disappoint, as it was not some manufactured rock made for a band desperate for a come back, but rather the real deal, the old sweaty, messy, gutsy punk rock deal, as tough as Mike’s vocals were raspy, and as tight as you would expect it to be from a great band
Hollywood High – Mike Hudson And The Pagans – Cleveland rocks, even in LA, even 30 years after the fact, nothing is lost and nothing is left behind on this terrific punk, yeah, but just for a name because this label less hard rock.
It sounds like nothing else out there, neither of the time nor apart of it, it is a major rocker’s statement about redemption but Hudson is too hard headed to just say it: it weaves horror to extentuate the joy, it juxtaposes the terror of life so you can embrace the dream true love
My buddy Mike Hudson is back with his early punk band the Pagans and his first album in 15 years and despite my pleas it looks like I am gonna have to pony up for it, which makes him the most anticipated album of the week. Though I can’t wait for more from the King Of Grime Wiley
