Brian Johnson (AC/DC) once remarked, and I paraphrase, 'rock and roll: it's all music from below the belt.' This may be an apt description for St. Louis rockers Dust and Bones and their first work Voodoo. If you like your rock somewhere between a sweaty barroom and salacious strip club, look no farther than Dust and Bones' raucous hard rock. Combing the infectious thumping boogie of AC/DC, the bump and grind of Aerosmith, and the swagger of GnR, DnR bristles with electricity when they romp through rowdy pieces like She's On Fire, Feed My Disease, and Come Up Swinging.
Considering the band's youth (only formed in 2008), this band is expertly tight with clever hooks from varied and ambitious guitar licks (Dear Diary and others) to well-formed vocal arrangements (Ready, Willing and Able) to some well-paced blues harmonica (She's On Fire). Vocalist Nick Elmore is equal parts Bon Scott and Steven Tyler knowing how to both sing and sell a song with nerve and nastiness. Overall, Voodoo moves at a brisk pace with no filler and tons of enthusiasm. The only paradoxical moment was on Dear Diary which didn't seem to fit with the rest of the songs, but it was still a fine tune. Dust and Bones' Voodoo is solid, down and dirty American rock and roll. It's a great find.
If you like your rock somewhere between a sweaty barroom and salacious strip club, look no farther than Dust and Bones' raucous hard rock. It's another round for all good time.
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