Angels From Down Under
NEW YORK-Wham, bam, thank you ma’am! Angel City grind out the kind of classic rock ’n’ roll set that leaves one shaking at New York’s Great Gildersleeves, a bar whare drunken surburban longhairs and neighborhood bikers usually soak up their nightly dosage of crotch-banging local heavymetal acts.
Angels From Down Under
THE BEAT GOES ON
NEW YORK-Wham, bam, thank you ma’am! Angel City grind out the kind of classic rock ’n’ roll set that leaves one shaking at New York’s Great Gildersleeves, a bar whare drunken surburban longhairs and neighborhood bikers usually soak up their nightly dosage of crotch-banging local heavymetal acts.
Tonight, even the regulars seem to feel the edge in-the music of this incredibly vital Australian quintet, booked rather foolishly into a room whose p.a. cap’t handle their onslaught. The cracking spreakers seem to irk everyone but the band, who wail through the problem with fervid intensity.
The sweaty set is a tribute to the talents of Australia’s most popular current band. Like almost anyone new these says, they are being lumped into the “new wave” without much thought as to their total sound. But the metal mongers at Gildersleeves seem to get the point—here’s a great new rock ’n’ roll band, unlimited by category of some silly trend typing.