Flexx Bronco - Volume 3

So, I'm working on the Ripple Label early one rainy weekend morning, and as I'm prone to do, I reach across my desk to the mass of review submissions for the Ripple Effect.  Piles of CD's, scatterings of LP's and heaps of 7" singles each sitting mutely, awaiting my attention.  Never knowing which one to go for, I make a game out of randomly reaching towards the stack and grabbing the first one my hand touches.  Let fate decide what I hear next.  Kinda like acoustic karma. Musical Russian roulette.

This time fate was very kind indeed.

In truth, looking at that cover, I have to admit this slab of vinyl probably wouldn't of been my first choice.  But as the old adage goes, don't judge the ferocious rocking of the music by the 3/4 naked, tattooed man in speedos on the cover.  Or something like that.

Simply put, Flexx Bronco rock.  And when I say rock I mean stone-age, megalithic, igneous stone rock!  Huge fucking boulders of pounding drums and seismic bass.   Jagged precipices of riffs.  Mountains of melodies and heaps of catchy choruses.

OK, enough of the rock analogies, I promise.

But if you have a fetish for vintage-era Sunset Strip Sleaze with a muscular kick to the nuts of Motorhead, a quick hump of drunken country, and a cumshot of quality Scandinavian garage like Turbonegro, The Hellacopters, and Backyard Babies, then Flexx Bronco may just be your new vinyl orgasm.

Each song is it's only snotty shot of punk attitude, old time motorcycle axle grease rock and pure sleaze. They delve into mutated, 180-proof country for Heart on the Floor, rage through Motorhead-speed punk on Blondetourage, and grease up the strip with Mors Non Separabit.  And they do it all with their own flair and aplomb, guitars raging, spit flying, and hearts pounding.  The band's website describes their sound as "good sweaty fun."  But what else would you expect from a band made up of guys named Filthy, Eroc, Guy Thunderbird and Thor Bigsby.

I'm not going to go into each song here.  Just suffice it to say that as I was working Ripple and the Flexx Broncos were blasting out of my stereo at an earthquaking volume, I took the time to post a photo and link in a couple of Facebook forums, most notably Hard Rock Revolution.  Almost instantly the responses came back, all espousing the album as damn good fun.

And in the end, isn't that what we want of our rock?   A damn good fun time.

A good Sweaty Fun time.

Check it out, you won't be disappointed.   And better yet, go see these guys live.  By all accounts they destroy.

--Racer

couldn't fnd a video or bandcamp page for Volume 3, but here's a video off of Volume 2 for you to check em out.