Review By Left Off The Dial
Tucson, Arizona seems to be a sun burnt hotbed for fierce, snot-nosed rock 'n' roll these days - with bands such as the Supersuckers growing up there and youngens the Knockout Pills staggering through the heat. Now, une [+]Review By Left Off The Dial
Tucson, Arizona seems to be a sun burnt hotbed for fierce, snot-nosed rock 'n' roll these days - with bands such as the Supersuckers growing up there and youngens the Knockout Pills staggering through the heat. Now, unearthed, come the Swing Ding Amigos offering up a piece of their own blistering past.
At first I was extremely excited to hear a new band with newly recorded material sound so fresh and energetic; it seems a bit rare today. I remembered noticing ads for a new CD/LP in some of my geek mags, so I went back to consult the short, concise press sheet. Sure enough, to my chagrin, it's explained this was actually recorded three or four years ago - so why so long coming? This album was released this past year on Rock N Roll Purgatory, and their newest is out on Recess Records (Kings of Culo); I will be tracking down a copy for myself. On the first spin, I'm hooked and leaning into my stereo. This is sweltering amphetamine-soaked rock. By the time the third track rolls around and I look up to the display, I haven't even noticed that we've already left two tracks far behind in the dust. One track just rear-ends the next at breakneck, speed splintering into clouds of spittin' and fightin'. The Swing Ding Amigos have managed to find and record a sound as fast and forceful as an early hardcore album, but maintain a more rock structure (more fretboard flyin' than three chord madness). I can honestly say I have not reviewed such a youthful, energetic album in a long while. The Mongolita Chronicles is a beautiful hybrid of punk, garage and 80s hardcore spirit. Focusing on plain, dirty fun with a smart-ass attitude, these three hotheaded Arizonians leave behind over-indulgent rock soloing, arty stop and start pauses and pretentious lyrics and present to us straight to the point, gut-driven, gone for the throat rock fury. Clocking in twenty-two tracks at a speed of twenty-three minutes and fifty-one seconds, the album hauls to a finish as quickly as it started, leaving me rattled and smiling. This is punk rock for the attention-impaired, and I am a fan. - Chaz Martenstein
Review By Odyssey Zine
Don't let the weird name put you off (I was really worried that I'd start hearing some rockabilly or swing music whenI put this o
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