MIDNIGHT CREEPS
Rodent Popsicle
Doomed from the Get Go
11 songs
The chorus in "The Ballad of GG" says it all-"don't fuck!" with Midnight Creeps. Yet, as much as I would love to see Jenny Hurricane "bash that bitch's brains in/ Mix her brains with my puke," ("Doomed From the Get Go") there's not much on this album except empty threats. Sure, Midnight Creeps are full of debauchery, hostility, and four-word vocabulary, etc, etc. -but who isn't? I'm not doubtful that the band can rock. Heather Mars sounds fiendish on guitar, and the band sounds like a feminized version of The Misfits, singing about P.M.S. and malicious girls, the guts and balls to assail the world's ears. Lately, however, any band playing "three-minute roller-coasters of good gone bad" comes off as typical and banal. I'm sure Jenny and the crew could wail live, but on the album I'm not hearing anything different. Perhaps the phrase "Doomed from the Get Go" track holds more truth for the band than anyone else. (Lisa Herforth-Hebbert)
MIDNIGHT CREEPS
Filthy Fifteen Records
Punchin' Skanks at the Venu
7 song CD
This is one of those live albums that absolutely communicates the intensity of the performance and makes me wish I was there. Midnight Creeps are a fusion of '70s New York and '80s L.A. punk, glam, and goth. Singer Hurricane Jenny screams her guts out, pronouncing words like she has marbles in her mouth, with a voice reminiscent of Nina Hagen at times, Janis Joplin at others. Guitarists Heather Mars and Frankie Stein, bass player Jonas, and drummer Jeff Creep, hammer away mercilessly on their instruments in true punk fashion. Recorded at an all ages show, songs like "All For One and Fuck 'Em All," with its driving guitar, pounding beat, and anthemic chorus, undoubtedly had the kids in ecstasy. And you've got to respect any band that covers the Richard Hell/ Johnny Thunders composition, "Love Comes In Spurts." Other standouts are "Resentfully Yours," with it's Dick Dale flavored guitar solo, the almost completely incomprehensible "Dirty Animal," with an ending that descends into total musical chaos, and the tightly performed "Brainwash." In fact, there's really not a bad song on this disc, it's all down and dirty street-scrappy rock 'n' roll. midnightcreeps.com (Laura Slapikoff)
MIDNIGHT CREEPS
Feed Us
3-sond CD 5/02
The cover photo is of a trashy/sexy rawk grrl, apparently hanging upside down deep throating a microphone. How could i not love this ban? Midnight Creeps captures that old school CBGB's punk thing. Hints of The Plasmatics, Gilschool, the Cramps, and Iggy Pop abound with that sweaty, dirty sensuality that cant help but grab you by the unmentionables and squeeze 'til your eyes pop out of yer head. Sure there are plenty of punk bands out there right now, but the Midnight Creeps are truly one of a kind and a band that demands your time and attention...or else! Yow! (Joel Simches)