Born by the pale blue glow of “Hullabaloo,” lullabied by the River
Rouge Stamping Plant and honed to a shiv point by midnight B-movies,
Detroit’s Gore Gore Girls' come-hither sneer draws a sonic line
(in thick, black eyeliner, babies) from the Girl Group ground zero of
the Brill Building to the legendary punk Mecca of the Grande Ballroom.
Get the Gore’s innocent and insolent sound finds both the gum-snapping
punk in the Ronettes and the sweet and dirty romance in the Stooges.It is brash, cute and killer. Be forewarned, though, anyone who writes the Gore Gore Girls
off as only big hair, go-go boots and reform school allure misses the
meat of the matter; slowwitted oglers are liable to get rudely muscled
aside when the Girls hit the stage with their fully loaded Gretsch
guitars, sweet harmonies and three-on-the-tree energy.Simple yet savage songs like “All Grown Up” “Don’t Cry” and “Pleasure Unit” (co-written with nether-worldy rock-and-roll legend Kim Fowley)
make you want to take the top down, even if you need a blowtorch to do
it. Raveups like “Fox in a Box” and “Casino” will have you stashing the
half pint in your ass pocket so you can do The Fug or The Swim. The
psychedelic shimmy of “Where Evil Grows” and “You Lied to Me Before”
will groove the black light crowd right out of their pads.Amy,
guitarist, vocalist and the Gore to the fore, formed the Girls out of
an uncontrollable and perhaps unhealthy fascination with the style and
sass of classic ‘60s girl groups and the convulsing sonic energy of an
industrial American city disintegrating. Being a fellow member of the
Sisterhood of the Gretsch, Marlene (fondly referred to as The
Hammer—listen up and you’ll hear why) signed on soon thereafter on the
lead guitar. Bassist Carol Anne Schumacher (who also finds time to play
in The Detroit Cobras and Reigning Sound) and drummer Nicky Styxx round
out the Gore lineup on the album. The Gore Gore Girls’ knockout live
show—sexy, but in a “Watch it, wiseass” kind of way—has landed them
tours with rock ‘n’ roll legends The Cramps and manic psychobilly
preacher Reverend Horton Heat.(From Bloodshot Records)