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Steve Perry step hypnotic 2004..! Aug 10, 2009 Don't you worry now. Don't you worry now!! Spit it up! eah it's the poi-zon.
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Meet the new permanent juveniles Feb 17, 2005 Somewhere in a parallel universe, Buster Poindexter was playing his goofy swing/lounge act before he went on a whim to see KISS. In that universe, he drops the martini shtick, ditched the pin stripe suit for his Mom's old dresses and changes his name to David Johansen and forms the New York Dolls, then rockets to fame as the world clutches copies of the NYD debut to their (...).
Well, it's happening here and now. If you remember the flash in the pan swing revival of the late 90's, The Cherry Poppin' Daddies made one of the few memorable albums of the moment with "Zoot Suit Riot." After the inevitable demise of the fad, vocalist Steve Perry (no, NOT the Journey croaker) and guitarist Jason Moss started their own little side project, this White Hot Extravaganza. The band threw off their punky swing and began to concentrate on Dollsy, T Rex riff riots.
Dang if White Hot Odyssey don't kick major powdered wig butt in the dandified process. Insanely juvenile and stoopid in the best way, they steal blatantly from the best sources. AC/DC riffs pop up in "Hot Tub Party," "Subway Killer" cribs from Kiss, and you'll wonder how close David Jo was to the studio when "Popularity Contest" does it's mirror image chorus to "Personality Crisis." Like another rip-roaring rock and roll joy-ride, The Darkness, W.H.O. are all about the giddy fun of rocking balls out. If there is an agenda here, it's (non)-hidden in song titles like "Lick The Pole," "Ride The Snake" and "3 In Bed."
This would all dissolve into Spinal Tap parody if the band weren't so loud and proud. There isn't a single cheesy corporate ballad here mugging for the attention of sleepy-eared radio programmers. This is aimed squarely at the folks who think, as the lyric to "Permanent Juvenile" states, "rock and roll's about long hair and getting high....till you're really f-n' up your life!" We aren't booking on the intellectual quotient here, folks. If there was ever a time in your life that you believed in that statement (or if you still do), then the debut of White Hot Odyssey is for you. And if it isn't, they have come for your children with a Flying-V classic rock guitar lodged between their marshall amped legs.......
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OMFG STFU! Feb 09, 2005 I was introduced to White Hot Odyssey at their first show, when they opened for the Cherry Poppin' Daddies (go figure) at the McDonald Theatre in Eugene, OR. Since then I've seen them a total of four times live, and each time I get more and more excited. I've never been more excited for a show than when I see WHOdyssey. But that's beside the point.
This album is MIND BLOWING. Albeit, a little dirty, and not really for young ears. (Hopefully you could tell that by the titles of the songs). Steve Perry does it again, his voice is beyond incredible. And the guitar work, everything is astounding. If you're a Cherry Poppin' Daddies fan, or a glam rock fan, or... A ANYTHING fan, you must have this album.
Buy it now, your life will never be complete without it.
I'm not kidding.
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I wanna "Ride the Snake!" Jan 18, 2005 White Hot Odyssey ROCKS!
Being a fan of Steve Perry and Jason Moss from their Cherry Poppin Daddies days, I had high expectations. This cd exceeded them. I'm talking about, bouncing up and down, uncontrollable smiling and screaming like a silly school girl, its THAT good.
Steve is a genius when it comes to writing music...he's outdone himself this time...its incredible, and I can't recommend it enough.
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None more rocking Dec 30, 2004 Whoooooooooooo!!!!
Instructions for listening to GWO: Disengage higher brain functions, consume artifical stimulant(s) of your choice to excess, plan over-the-top evening of licentious debauchery, crank to 11, bang head against wall. Repeat.
Enjoy!!
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