Breakfast really is the most important meal of the day. But only a loser believes it has to be the healthiest. In the capable, callused, coffee-stained hands of Nashville noisemakers Hans Condor, your morning repast can be gritty, greasy, groovy, gargantuan and gloriously guilt-free — as long as it includes their latest album Big Breakfast.
True to its title, this sucker is a tasty home-cooked feast for musical gourmands of all stripes — assuming those stripes include sludgy ’70s-style boogie-rock a la Black Sabbath, scorching mosh-pit salvos stright from the valley of 1984, Ramones-style punk-pop charges, chugging country-punk firecrackers, crunchy roots-rock anthems and hard-twangin’ heartland-rock raveups. Naturally, everything is served up hot ’n’ nasty, straight off the grill — and covered / smothered with more fuzz and muck than last week’s leftovers at the back of the fridge.
On the lyrical menu: Teenage dangers, death by misadventure, diggin’ ditches, sittin’ in the nosebleeds and other topics near and dear to the heart of any arrested adolescent asshole who knows breakfast is what you get after closing down the bar, scoring some party favours and rockin’ on until the break of dawn. And if all that ain’t enough to whet your appetite, their slam, bam, thank-you ma’am cover of Warren Zevon’s Lawyers, Guns & Money makes a nice side dish to this satisfying platter. Don’t bother to save room for dessert. But remember to tip the staff. After all, this shit don’t cook itself, you know?
