COCKNOOSE
Badmen, Butchers, And Bleeders (TKO)
Reviewed by John Sekerka

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Strangling chickens on stage was frowned upon by the good folks down in Lawrence Kansas back in the early nineties. But then Cocknoose wasn't in the rock and roll game to create friends and develop a meaningful, long lasting music relationship. They just wanted to fuck things up, and that they did. A southern fried quartet putting on a G.G. Allin ritz, Cocknoose is captured in full live to 2-track glory ("real men don't use multi-tracks") on the re-ish of their one and only opus, bolstered with a Runaways cover and a couple of Allin tunes. Wipe away all the blood and excrement, and there's actually some primo heavy rock to be found. No, really.

© 2002 - John Sekerka