I'm always there for me there was nothing new in rock. But far from it, something like Knucklebone Oscar last Friday in the Old hackery I've never seen before: they lock a bunch of monkeys fifteen years in a darkened room, fed only with whiskey mash and Leopard testicles, she sonicated day and night with Chuck Berry Ike Turner & the Kings of Rhythm, Motörhead and the Meteors, and they were to play musical instruments instead of car tires in the feet, would probably all come out something like that here - and I'll bet my cowboy boot collection that was just the same. In any case Knucklebone has been active since at least 1993, even a - moderately shaved - not unlike monkeys arguing (according to band info he by no means down) and his three colleagues also act not exactly inspire confidence - I dare to forecast the time that they had this band is tarred and feathered in the 80's said from the city, at least in Bavaria. Musically, the whole as indicated between 60s-Soul, garage punk and rockabilly - if unspectacular - but what does this band Finnish Yetis für'n fire in the ass, there is one for the survival of the polar ice caps and fear Bang. Front of the stage, or back in the audience, hopping from barstool to barstool, or perched on the counter, whether with fingers, with the tongue, with the shirt, or your ass handed to beer bottles, Knucklebone is everywhere and nowhere and plays with all everything on the guitar - this is the way it must have been, as "Acca Dacca", nor the gay clubs of Sydney brought to a boil. As a comparison I find it really only because Michael "Olga" Algar one of the Toy Dolls, this is such a madman. Song titles like "Rockabilly Messiah", "Bantam Fight" or "Boogie Bedouin" from their latest hit album Back From The Jungle (Rookie Records) say the rest. I am serving, completely!
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