October 11, 2000
Newport TJ's
[a]Gluecifer[/a] offer the finest in r'n'r fantasy for half the price...
Avha might have cause for complaint, but novone here's arguing. "For five pounds," quizzes Gluecifer vocalist Biff Malibu, "what is the greatest Norwegian rock'n'roll tune ever written?" There's silence. "Well here it is."
Oslo's Gluecifer play their own 'The Year Of Manly Living', which, like all their songs, sounds like AC/DC at 45rpm. It is, inevitably, brilliant - a song with that title by a band called Gluecifer is genetically predisposed to be brilliant.
People who sneer at the garage punk genre note its lax standards of quality control, and it's true, reverb and pomade can make the most talentless scrubbers think they're the Stooges. But Gluecifer are so committed to rock they're beyond parody.
Guitarist Captain Poon appears to have been drafted in from a Hanoi Rocks tribute band and plays on his knees. Biff talks about his "mighty pair of balls" continually. We'll hate ourselves for loving them in the morning, but isn't that what sleaze is about? You might hear better solos than those on 'Bossheaded' and 'The General Says Hell Yeah!', but you'd have to go to a Hard Rock Cafi. Gluecifer offer the finest in r'n'r fantasy for half the price.
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