black crows

There are musical groups who swear in the past .. unearthing old traditional recipes, formerly employed as a sound basis for a generation of artists.
We could darken an entire page just by listing, to the tier of these swindlers ... But sometimes it must be emphasized that talent is waiting for you!
Wedged between South blueseux, rock bouffant 70's soul and unifying, the brothers Robinson discharge for three decennis an inspired and effective damn rock!
Since the founding Shake your money maker, these nostalgic eternal borrowed to the faces of Rod Stewart, the Free Rodgers, then Lynyrds Skynyrds ... Conceiving a mixture that instead of repeatedly hit home, Lightning or rather when the light comes seems their seminal second long player!
This feat provides the listener ten titles, is handily rid of the delicate test of second effort, the brothers Robinson fluttering on the cradle of the seventies, taking care to select only the best of this era often associated with getting high.
The group, however, does not hesitate when it comes to use substances, as this means the osmosis group plays perfectly the game!
Hum a coconut sniffette by Ci, brown sugar shot there, and Chris's voice is throbbing.
The southern Harmony & Musical Companion, managed to rally the 70's with the 90's!
A real feat, because the time is dedicated to lightning from Seatles that spent on these troublemakers turned this glorious past!
On the album cover, the quintet shows long hair rigor, the black and white information on obsession qu'entretien the group with the past, and finally lettering refers to the writings of the late 18 th century !

Incandescent impetuous guitars adorn this groove, a harmonica left, a slide to right, the female choirs in the center, the titles show a well above average duration ... and there is no doubt we find ourselves well in the 70's .
Two tracks attract attention, leading as ever, Thorn in my Pride Hotel and illness incredible spin fishing, hesitating between muscular pop and rock bumpkins, the accumulation is ten minutes of audio ecstasy awaiting the listener that a smashed strand is administered almost lethal dose of sexual and sticky sweat! The opening is however made by the very rock n rolleux me Sting, which returns the ropes stones that roll, or rather recall with feverish fervor small heads "Faces" of the late Ronnie Lane. A pair of negresse voice takes care to emphasize the chancellante singer's voice and the guitar is racing by delivering a toxic riff.

Remedy, the favorite of my friend Blue sky, ston continues in this direction (ian) e, however, the pace is a little quieter ... The rhythm is launching a bridge to the New Orleans funk. ;; The Meters hide under three tons of rock n rimel rollesque. In short this album, if you have not ... well then you're a zero ....