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| Review - The Awful Truth CD 2/17/05 |
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| The highest compliment I can pay to The Awful Truth, the sophomore effort by Las Vegas punks the Peccadilloes, is that I stank like a dive bar after listening to it. Oh, this abstemious scribe has not had a drink nor set foot in an establishment serving it for at least 48 hours. Yet, as though in some punk rock version of the Fatima miracle, after one spin of this grimy little album, I magically manifested a full-bodied dive bar stench--that unmistakable aromatic blend of cigs, beer and puke--as though I'd spent the evening rolling around on the floor of the Double Down's bathroom. |
| Such is the miraculous power of TheAwful Truth, a scrappy punk slab of bruising virtues that harken back to the days of the Germs, the Pistols, Crass--when precision happily took a back seat to urgency. There are James' gutter-born riffs splashing on you like mud from a punk-ass teenager's BMX bike, Jarrett's frantic, utilitarian drumming. But tying it all together with sociopathic snark are she-punk San-D's vocals--a breathy, well-seasoned gale that sounds like a 14-year-old with an ambitious smoking habit took singing lessons. Standouts: the gritty frolic of "Eat You Up" and high-revving "Peer Pleasure" Smell the magic indeed. |
--Andrew Kiraly - The Las Vegas Mercury |
| Review - The Awful Truth CD 02/14/05 |
| Terrific sounding stuff from a nice and rowdy local drunk punk rock band. THE PECCADILLOES are lucky to have a singer like San-D who gives them that little push that they need to be a bit ahead of the pack here in town and makes this CD the fine listen that it is. This release has loads of the songs that they play live and I'm glad to finally know what they're officially called (Jesus Crutch is fantastic, but Down To Earth is pretty good too, as well as Restrictions and Buzzkill). Love that they put the lyrics in this release 'cuz they're pretty good. Some of the riffs to these songs are more transparent than others, but that's not a bad thing, is it? It's not about the originality, it's all about the honesty and sincerity that a band puts into their music, and this CD has those aspects in spades. Some of this stuff borders on 70's pop (Kid Toy...great song) but mostly it's composed of U.K. 82 style punk rock...angry, fast and hard. Their song Sin City is exactly 1:38 seconds long...heh heh heh. Just fucking grand stuff from THE PECCADILLOES and Aaron Archer can eat a dick. His Review of this same CD made it seem like it sucked, which is hardly the case. This CD is very niiiiiice |
--Gilbert - www.OneThirtyEight.org |
| Review - The Awful Truth CD 05/01/05 |
| What can one say about the Peccadilloes. This Vegas foursome plays fast, angry,and in your face punk rock, and they're very proud of that fact. Front woman San-D comes off as a cross between The Gits' Mia Zapata and Poly Styrene of X-Ray Spex. From the opening drumbeat of "Down To Earth" to the final guitar fade of the albums final track "Sin City",The Peccadilloes smack you over the head with 14 blistering hardcore tracks in less than 30 minutes.It'd be easy to compare this band to Circle Jerks or The Angry Samoans, but that's a cop-out since these guys have much more intensity (and a bit more of a metal edge)than either of those bands.And while this CD is a stellar debut, it doesn't even compare to the bands live performance. |
--Lenny Nero - Smash Magazine |
| Review - February 11th, 2006 "Punk Peccadilloes play Double Down" |
| Las Vegas' the Peccadilloes bash out the kind of three chords-and-a-cloud-of-dust punk rock that first got bodies moving during the Reagan administration. Old school throwbacks with curled lips and clenched fists, the band is led by frontwoman San-D, whose throaty shouts sound like an invocation to war. It's impossible to sit still when this bunch takes to the stage. |
--Jason Bracelin - Las Vegas Review Journal |
| Review - May 19th, 2006 CD Review - "Rumor Control" |
| Wowsers ! To finally hear all of these classic Peccadilloes songs that I know from their live shows, professionally recorded and mixed and sounding killer is such a trip. I love this CD !! Vinnie @ The Tone Factory did an amazing job on this, and I loved all the little fillers / sound clips in and around some of the songs on here... it shows the band put some hard work into this shit sounding good, and it all paid off... very cool indeed. Guitars, bass, drums, they all sound amazing and San-D's vocals just shine throughout. Fuck all those bands from days gone by, the Peccadilloes are here today and I can't stop listening to this CD. Dare I call it a... Masterpiece ? If it isn't, it's pretty damn close to being one, and really does Las Vegas proud. |
--Gilbert - www.onethirtyeight.org |
| May 30th, 2006 CD Review - "Rumor Control" |
| Peccadilloes, "Rumor Control" (www.peccadilloes.net): "I came out of you in haste," Peccadilloes singer San-D tells her mom on "Stillborn," and she hasn't slowed down yet, venting about Big Brother and working for minimum wage in a phlegmy rasp scorched by too much nicotine and shouting. This is base blue-collar punk that reeks of cheap beer and motor oil, with spare and speedy tunes buttressed by gang vocal choruses and ragged, jagged guitars. "Rumor Control" is so rank and raw, you'll be scrubbing the stink of the pit off you after spinning this bad boy. |
--Jason Bracelin - Las Vegas Review Journal |
| CD Review- Rumor Control- September 1st 2006 |
| You just have to wonder what Peccadilloes lead singer San-D smokes to get her voice to sound like that. Tobacco cut with ground glass? Cigars made out of burlap? Who knows. At any rate, she's front and center on the latest Peccadilloes disc, unleashing a scraggly scream all revved up with sex and anger, the same brand that propelled the Distillers to fame for, like, four minutes in 2003. The backdrop to San-D's stylings is appealingly simple punk rock, perfect for waving a stolen beer in the middle of the desert -- and whaddya know, the Peccs have the perfect song for it, "Liquid Cheer" (chorus: "So let's raise our glass ... to shit that won't last!"). If you want gritty, throwback punk recalling an era when the music was more about sense-assault than political sensibility, spread around a little Rumor Control. |
--Andrew Kiraly - Las Vegas CityLife |