If you've come here for Green Day...FUCK OFF! The Distillers are real, raw, powerhouse punk, fronted by one of the world's sexiest women in Brody Dalle, they hit the scene with enough gob, venom and attitude to take over the punk scene, Brody at once snarling, wailing, rasping and obscenely spewing and destroying all in her wake. This won't be making the charts, because it's primal, it rumbles and it rips your flesh off as all punk should. This does original punk proud, and although I'm not a big fan of the genre, The Distillers will make you want to trash any room more than most 'heavy metal' bands. With the millennium seeing the dawn of a new age of crap hard rock, it's great to have bands like The Distillers to give us the real attitude whilst all the posers succumb to MTV and the likes.
'Oh Serena' has a touch of the Sex Pistols in those chords, but Brody has a voice of a demented angel, pure sex, filth and fury, only 'World Comes Tumblin' Down' proves any sort of melody, a cracking track, whilst 'L.A. Girl' has Brody one minute brattishly smirking through the track and then hoarsely shredding the mic. 'Ask The Angels' is probably my favourite track, it's a shame I never saw them live.
7.5/10
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