I always wanted a coked-up Jon Spencer version of Sticky Fingers. But those are just words according to the presser, so what about it? It’s two kids of the opposite gender fucking around on guitars and drums, making oddly rock variants of punk ethos. There’s a bit of pop and pomp thrown in to make it more interesting than these words being written. But here’s something we all can relate to: the music of busting ennui. That pixie stick heavy moment when sitting around is no longer worth the time. There’s energy to burn and something to say, even if no one cares to really hear it. But Sad Horse will MAKE YOU! They are ALL CAPS and IN YOUR FACE (at a safe distance from you to the stage). This is a band that can make a fine cassette but really need unleashing on the national stage. You know, that middle finger Billy Joe gave Clear Channel because for a moment he remembered he likes making music and playing it. Then they paid him off and shipped him to rehab before people also remembered they liked being angry and not placated. That’s Sad Horse. They are that brief moment when G.G. Allin showed a bit of remorse for his actions and just played a damn song. They are the time when Johnny Rotten realized he had no talent but did it for love.
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