Natural Child

There is something authentic and pure about 70's rock n' roll that rock music lacks today.  Something in it's very being glorified alcohol and drugs and placed them somewhere on every child's "I wanna do that someday" list.  Say what you will, but everyone wanted to have as much fun as Keith Richards looked like he was having.  Despite knowing the long-term affects of heroin, cocaine, alcohol, pills - whatever have you, you still can't listen to The Doors, Hendrix, Black Sabbath or The Rolling Stones without wanting to wade ankle deep in that pool of complete fuck'dness.  It subliminally covers you with every 'want' you could possibly have and tunnels you in on getting fucked up.  Natural Child embodies every sentiment of magical filth that rock from the 70's offered.  What's it called?  Oh, real rock n' roll.

There are very few bands you can truly categorize under 'rock n' roll' these days.  The term has faded and it sounds cheesy.  But saying, "These guys are rock n' roll" falls from the tongue like wishes to a genie, you just can't stop yourself.  Their 2011 album titled "1971" leaves nothing to the imagination.  Even the cover art says it clearly.  These guys are driven by the dirty fuel of sex, drugs and music and again find a way to hold it in shiny esteem.

 "Yoko" immediately sucks you in with stoner-metal riffs and slow melodies that null the miserable questions of "what the hell am i doing with my life" and gives you the awkward ambition of finding grimy love in a bar.  "Beer" speaks for itself, with slower more southern-rock style party-anthem qualities that would make CCR ask for a beer and a chair.  "Natural Blues" kicks off with an element of Kiss' glory days and holds steady the feeling of drink till' your drop.
No matter what track you start with, you'll feel something that you've craved for a while from the world of rock where shoddy habits sparkle like diamonds and raunchiness shines like gold.  They'll take you to a place where 'the beer flows like wine [and] the women instinctively flock like the salmon of Capistrano'.
These guys are consistent through and through.  Live, they're sensational, raw, talented and honest - from the minivan they tour in to their stage presence to the sweaty hugs after.  There's no question as to where their inspiration comes from and damn, it feels good.