Hells Fire Sinners: Confessions of the Damned

I can’t remember the last time I started up a record (or an mp3 album, in this case) and felt the “Memorex ad” effect (hair blown back, holding onto the edge of the chair, etc.) in the first five seconds.

Hells Fire Sinners’ Confessions of the Damned starts with “Ninety Nine,” in which we learn that “we’re all just livin’ to die,” so we may as well rock with this “hillbilly rock” power trio from Columbus, Ohio.

“A Little Gone A Little Crazy” sums up just about everyone I meet in my job as a police officer, including law-abiding citizens.  Alan Dude somehow sings a honkytonk jam to blistering metal on “Muddy Water Murder.”  I don’t know how he does it while beating his guitar strings into subservience, but he does and the effect is a blessing for anyone who enjoys rock.

“Piss on You” is self-explanatory.  If you don’t like these dudes, they really don’t give a shit.  In fact, they’ll “take your ass outside right now” and “settle this like men.”  The world of music needs more artists who are willing to scrap and then shake hands and share a drink with you afterwards than more pretty boys who are more worried about their designer boots getting scuffed than whether or not they can pay the rent.

“Psycho” has more blistering guitar by Alan Dude, but I don’t want you to forget about Brian, the drummer, and Andy, the man responsible for bass and, according to their website, “bullshit.”  Hells Fire Sinners have one hell (pun intended) of a rhythm section that can jump from rock like “Psycho” to fast country riffs like those on “Almighty Dollar,” “Damn Your Soul,” and “Real Men.”

“Drinkers don’t worry, and legends never die.  Outlaws keep runnin’, and real men don’t cry.”

It’s one of the lines in “Real Men,” which closes the album.  It’s a shot across the bow of modern country, which has no ammunition to fire back.  Country music, hell, music in general, needs this record, and so do you.

Nik Havert is a writer, DJ, harmonica player, martial arts instructor, comic book publisher, crime fighter,music lover, cult movie enthusiast, and modern day Renaissance man.  He hopes to shark cage dive sometime in the next few years and enjoys travel and good natural root beer.

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