Music Review: Lightnin' Woodcock's filthy, sinful rock and roll

 

Lightnin’ Woodcock is filthy, sinful rock and roll that is driven by unbridled recreational fornication and most certainly enjoyed by Satan and his evil followers.

As if rock and roll weren’t evil enough on its own, Woodcock has been defecated upon by the drug-fuelled underworld of (shudder) blues and punk rock. The best advice for the pure of heart and soul would be keep your saintly distance from this devilish scourge and his ilk. His outlandish foot-long mutton chop/beards are obviously adornments of the underworld and a sign to steer clear of his influence. If you accidentally let Lightnin’ Woodcock’s fast, ruckus and admittedly catchy licks invade your precious ears, for God’s sake see your local priest for confessional right away to avoid being snatched away from this world by the devil himself.

However, if you are a blue blooded American greaser that lives off of alcohol, rock and roll and nasty premarital fornication, then Lightnin’ Woodcock is right up your dark back alley. I was lucky enough to catch these guys at Thee Parkside in San Francisco last week, and holy freaking Jesus those cats know how to play. I had never heard Lightnin’ Woodcock before—and truthfully I was there for the Throw Rag-related side projects—so I was completely taken by surprise when Woodcock started shredding the hell out of the place. I am not a music writer and I don’t want drone on about how kick-ass this band is all day, so just go check out the tracks on his Myspace page your damn self. And if they ever come to your town, be sure to catch them live, that is, unless you still have a soul to lose.