The shoddy production makes this sound like it was actually recorded in a garage, but my guess is Leather Girls (comprised of three guys and a girl, but you know. . .) pinned the needles on purpose. Not that there are any needles in production studios these days, but now I'm really digressing.

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Leather Girls inspires such musings, though. This blistering, streetwalking, bluesy rock attack comes on with a fury and never relents. And yet I found myself contemplative throughout. Perhaps it's the heavy dollop of psychedelia (the band is from Austin), or maybe the rush is so intense that I had to pull back.

Dunno. What I can say is that this album is one long search-and-destroy mission. I'm not sure exactly what the target might be (boring music?), but there's a heavy feeling of intent. The focus is almost oppressive. Or maybe that's just the overpowering musk of the sound.

Basic sound is one thing. Leather Girls use a prehistoric sound to create a post-modern master. This sucker is going to rumble for a long time.

Jon Worley