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By the time I was half way through this disc I knew there was something special here. Something I was connecting with. The Pariahs offer a lot if you dig good old hard rock with a pub rock bent---lots of high energy beer-foamers with titles like "(Me, I'm) Wild Heat" and "Baby's a Rocker." They have a singer in Mikey Pariah (yup, each band member takes that last name) who rocks steady with occasional nods to Ian Astbury ("Nighttime of Knives"), ("Essential"). I mean, these guys actually do a song called "Joan Jett" without embarrassing themselves! From start to finish, this record is tight, and I can only imagine what a night in the trenches with these mooks is like. They are from Toronto and I may have to go there and let them kick my ass. And that thing, that intangible vibe that I'm connecting with? About the fifth listen I pegged it. It's the same feeling I had when I first heard Thin Lizzy. 'Nuff said.
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