July 6, 2006

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Dirty Rig, Rock Did It
Escapi Music, 2006

In the '90s, MTV heroes Warrior Soul parlayed singer Kory Clarke's deepthink lyrics into a near-prog trip that more resembled Meet the Press with Flying Vs, and in an act of contrition he's dumped the whole reunion-tour thing, clothes-shopped where Sammy Hagar does and banded up with the three ne'er-do-wells of Dirty Rig to produce a noisy, boneheaded, dead-on crack at rawk-club posturing. They thump their chests at women and fellow bargoers alike, bellowing things that rhyme with "take your tee-shirt off" and "it's nice not to be in jail" to riffs scented with the subtle bouquet of Richard Hell moron-core ("Just a Star") and concentrated Skid Row sewage ("Dogs"), while other songs suggest that the band only plays "Born to be Wild" at practice ("Drunk Again"). Clarke's voice has gone the way of his poli-sci sentiments, Wild Turkey for breakfast and all, but this actually brings his token liberal-blogger rant from the title track down to earth for a change (viz. "the ruling class is puking up all over you"). B

— Eric Saeger


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