Straight Outta Eindhoven, the Dirty Denims are a blast of high-energy, high-velocity, handclappy, glam-stomping hard rock that reminds me of Rose Tattoo when they were still young and spry, and if Angry Anderson was a woman with a fearsome set of pipes. If rock’n’roll is dead, nobody told these cats. I hope they never get the memo.
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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.