When I clicked on the link containing this installment of Dante, The words “We are Hellhounds” appeared before me” And at the bottom of the page, some guys dressed in leather, long-haired, with chains on their pants and stuff… I thought: “I told Gandour no metal, damn it!”.
I was about to send the assignment for the ninth circle of hell. However, one of my cats jumped onto my laptop and accidentally turned on the sound, which momentarily froze me. Acoustic guitars, combined with harmonicas and muted trumpets, led me to listen to all four songs… And boy, did I listen to them!
I'm not going to go into a detailed description of my perceptions of each song, as I did in a previous post, because I think that would be somewhat biasing for the listener regarding the journey they're about to embark on with this EP., Gunblade Blues III. No. I'll just say that these four songs by Dante are some of the best I've heard so far this year. And not only nationally. These songs far surpass many internationally established bands that have tried to play with the sound of old Spaghetti Westerns, and they blow away those who try to emulate psychobilly. These guys are purists and they perfectly captured the spirit of "The Man" and Reverend Horton Heat and knocked it out of the park., With songs that boast clean production and instrumental performances, surprisingly suitable for the Hellhounds, but not in the Greek mythological sense. No, no, no. I understood that the "Hellhounds" they refer to in their slogan would be a gang of dangerous, filthy bikers, practicing, to the fullest extent, "sex, drugs, and rock 'n' roll.".
Welcome, readers, to hell. A rock 'n' roll hell. A hell I would gladly go to, if that were the background music.