Light Bulb Alley - Bright Side Of The Dumpster album review

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We have a satanic temple in town and they hand out tampons to homeless women. They call it the Menstruatin’ For Satan campaign. That’s got nothing to do with Light Bulb Alley, who are from Montreal and worship, like, Chuck Berry and the Rolling Stones, not the devil, but it’s emblematic of the woozy times we live in, where the goddamn Satanists are the good guys.

In uncertain days like these, you gotta cling to the tried-and-true. And if you like Johnny Thunders and Eddie Cochran and the Dead Boys and the Grease soundtrack, and you’re a little worried that we’re all gonna die and you’ll never hear any of it again, well, we might, but Light Bulb Alley are heroically unconcerned. They sound like they can solve all your problems at the sock hop. And maybe they will. I mean, they have a song called I Lost My Girlfriend Found My Guitar. Is that not fucking charming or what?


Came from the sky like a 747. Classic Rock’s least-reputable byline-grabber since 2003. Several decades deep into the music industry. Got fired from an early incarnation of Anal C**t after one show. 30 years later, got fired from the New York Times after one week. Likes rock and hates everything else. Still believes in Zodiac Mindwarp and the Love Reaction, against all better judgment.