Review: Jonny & The Black Frames - Revolver Junkies


    Jonny & The Black Frames have been local faves for several years now. And although to date they haven't put out a bad release, I have felt that they haven't totally captured the complete package of what they so deftly deliver live. In their defense, that's a damn tall order. And I highly recommend any and all of their material that you can get your hands on. The critters in Huntsville, Alabama, as well as a lot of the Southeast, have known what's up for eons and still can't get enough of 'em. That's why Revolver Junkies is so important. This is equal parts the document the scene has been raving for and the badass punk rock record you've been needing. 

                                            "So what the hell do they sound like?"


    When Jonny & The Black Frames aren't giving us rock'n'roll with pure punk energy, they're putting out punk with solid rock'n'roll balls. These folks have got the entire delirious history of loud guitar pumping in their veins. Pumping so hard, in fact, there oughta be a health warning on the back. Overdriven Chuck Berry is one thing, but they take it to the next level. They ain't afraid to get dirty. They ain't afraid to get dark. I bet these motherfuckers wore sunglasses in the studio with the lights punched out. Rockabilly, old-school punk, new-school punk, glam, metal? It just comes natural to them. It all belongs and it doesn't sound crazy or pretentious or stupid. It's all just rock'n'roll to them.

                       Buy this ASAP and see them live whenever ya get a chance!! -Harmless




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