CONCRETE BLONDE
Mojave (Eleven Thirty)
Reviewed by John Sekerka

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There's comfort in watching an old dog doing old tricks. I'd given up on Concrete Blonde, a band worth cherishing especially in the early days when Johnette Napolitano was good and venomous. Then they recorded that awful Joey song, and it made them millions, and it sucked the life out of the band. Then they went away. Then they came back, but quietly, and no one really noticed. And here they are making visceral records once again, all creepy and burning and seething, like that walk of money and fame never happened. Shh, don't tell anyone.

© 2004 - John Sekerka