Confused Little Girls - Southern Gentlemen
The first three tracks on the latest Confused Little Girl release sets the bar really high. The sludgy, southern glam that kicks off "Southern Gentlemen" leads you to believe you are in the hands of balls-out, gritty rockers full of stories of backwoods booze and appalling intercourse. We get that, but I'm not so sure how sincere all this grit is.
"I'd Rather Booby Screw a Walrus," "Jeebus Ate My Matchbox" and "Have Another Popover, Froggy," are slimy, riff-heavy winners, with a Gene Simmons/Ministry vocal style by Billy Myers that adds to the effortless menace. Then comes "Ink to Paper,"-a jarring,a pop alt rock thing that suddenly makes their meaty pose suspect; completely different mindset, different band almost-a stab at a single?
With " Hookers on Horseback" and "Honestly, Who Gives Their Genitals Pet Names?" you start to sense that the band might be too smart for their own good-is this a send-up of swampy cock rock or the real deal? "Books and Guns" also seems like a tarting up for radio, its Velvet Revolver touches are not welcome ones.
Then they switch back up to over amplified hyper-powered slabbage. "(Hey Dad) Stop Looking At Porn On My Computer" is the best Kiss song never written by them, and they end on a solid note, with the dirty riffing on "How Satan Stole My Heart" recalling the heat of the first three tracks.
Florida's Confused Little Girl offer a mixed bag of drunken, gritty swamp rock, and some curious missteps into pop or songs more smartass than smart. Still the best moments on "Southern Gentlemen" are worth many repeated listening. Skip the chaff and this is a heavy memorable disc.
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