Jesus. Hot Lunch formed directly from Grand Funk Railroad’s nutsack, if this wah-wah-bitty exercise in 1970s rock excess is any indication. Every few years, a SHIT band or two comes along, and all the critics who say they sound like this band actually does, so it’s nice to hear the real thing after all these years of being disappointed by it all. (And just to be clear, Zen Guerrilla, recently covered by TMT’s DeLorean, were one of the disappointments.) Going in with fuzzy guitar with a smooth aftertaste, rippin’ solos, a bass player who can keep things movin’ in the meantime, lyrics/vocals that ride a fine line between taste and Chris Robinson and still coming out relatively unscathed? I think we’ve got a winner! Hot Lunch, in other words, don’t do boozy rock like those old guys you know ‘round the corner do. They might get huge someday and betray us all, but for now, they cock out with their rocks out, and that’s strangely okay.
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