The Warlocks don't dither about for a second. You know when you really hit it off with someone? Or have that perfectly chilled drink you craved for a whole summer day? The one which takes a second or two for your brain to register the feeling, then it hits you like a tidal wave of incredulity? Well, the Warlocks jump straight into that wave and just stay there. They truly sound like they're never gonna come down.
Two drummers work the rhythm like a dark voodoo trick while alot of guitars steadily maintain a pure ocean of sound. And somewhere inbetween it all, scratchy vocals, yelping and toppling over in a daze, make the perfect seasoning. Sexy? Hell yeah.
With reference points including the obvious Jesus & Mary Chain, Spacemen 3, and more recently, Dandy Warhols, theirs is a comfortingly familiar sound, while at the same time unnervingly up-to-date, like one of those people who just never seem to get any older. And anyway, these days, who cares about virginity? Immediate pleasure, that's certainly good enough for me. And that's something the Warlocks manage nicely...
... whilst tearing the venue apart in a riotous finish of rock'n roll in the process.
