Danko Jones -- whether the Toronto power trio that debuted nearly a decade ago or the personification of prowling hard rock's heartland since -- was meant to sling a guitar. Some people only feel comfortable strutting in snug trousers and along slashing riffs, but Danko's got the jones for both. This music remains young, dumb and full of cum -- for the AC/DC and Andrew W.K. fans.
On a 1998 self-titled EP, the sound was punk/funk tenacity fueled by guttural R&B. Now Danko's incisors draw blood not from the Stones but from KISS, Black Sabbath, Electric Six, the Darkness and Thin Lizzy -- swaggering cock-rock boogie bordering seamy party metal and always grounded balls deep in libido. On We Sweat Blood, Danko snarls, pleads and pounds across 14 raunchy rave-ups, including three such as serpentine standout "Lovercall," culled from 2002's import-only Born a Lion.
And this lion roars. There's no distance between sleaze and speaker, no excessive overdubs; just elastic and spastic licks recorded grippingly crisp. The sound is stripped, and Danko wants you stripped, too, you learn from the hyperbole in the forked-tongued, wolf-whistle lyrics. Danko sweats blood for yoooou, has felt the bloooos, and if he got you alone, he'd know just what to doooo. He's cockily pleased to meat you. Puerile lyrics sometimes bordering tedious, Danko Jones may not offer less talk, but the band sure offers more rock with Blood.
Danko Jones plays Vinyl Fri., Nov. 25, with the (International) Noise Conspiracy and Nightmare of You. $10. 8 p.m. 1374 W. Peachtree St. 404-885-1365. www.vinylatlanta.com.
*Christ, Lord sorry
"Punk" style like this seems like it is the polar opposite of punk. Bradford Cox…
They're kind of starting to look like a joke of themselves. Song's good though.
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Their show with Chris, Lord about 3 years at the Unicorn was the best.