The lyrics read like the diary of debutant living a secret life of debauchery. Unlike much of the punk rock of today, the Midnight Creeps use a little something called variety with their songs. Tempos vary from the creeping “In The Coffin of The Boston T” to the breakneck paced “Brainwash” but the power is always locked on overload. Mixing in covers of tunes by the likes of The Plasmatics, Iggy & The Stooges, and The Misfits with their own straight from the slums originals works as a shotgun wedding bonding the past with the future.
The sound of the Midnight Creeps is in your face and real and whether you like it or not, it isn’t going away. The Midnight Creeps live are an addictive vice. Looking like the starlet of the apocalypse, Jenny Hurricane lives up to her name shaking across the stage like the second coming of Iggy Pop. Decked out in her trademark ensembles of designer Blade Runner wear, she dominates the stage holding the audience captive in the palm of her hand and then crushing them. Stimbot unleashes sweet car crash guitar leads that color the carnage Jonas Parmelee and Jeff Creep anchor.
The Midnight Creeps measure their shows not by the amount of applause or money but by their bruises, bloodshed and the amount of people that lost their grip on life at the end of the night. See them at your own risk but to risk not seeing them is a sin..... Read more on Last.fm. User-contributed text is available under the Creative Commons By-SA License; additional terms may apply..
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