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Vue Weekly, CD Review >>
Hazmat Modine sounds old. The band comes by their New Orleans jazz and blues sound through the collision of horns and guitars and drums, and the music creaks like the walls of a weather-beaten whorehouse while a raucous funeral procession marches past outside. Considering the number of shouts and hollers and sneaky guitar and horn lines that wind their way in and out and under and over the music, you have to wonder just how these guys manage to keep it all together. Maybe there’s some voodoo involved, or maybe they’re just that good. Whatever it is, Hazmat Modine manage to whip up a frenzy of bawdy songs, sounding like they’re having a hell of a time, and it makes you want to be right there with them. There are some occasional bumps in the road the musicians are walking on—the spoken word bit in the title track derails the song’s momentum—but for the most part there’s something alluring about this music. 01/25/07 >> go there
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