Sun Gods in Exile
Black Light, White Lines
Small Stone

Christ, the last feral sound I heard coming out of Boston was probably Cocked N’ Loaded and that seems to me to be some time ago. Ok, so Sun Gods in Exile are technically from Portland, Maine, but they’ve got Boston ties (guitarist Anthony D’Agostino was in Cortez) and that good ol’ Americana rawk vibe that so many bands in Beantown had a monopoly on just a few years ago. Bands like Roadsaw, Cracktorch, Crash and Burn, and Quitter immediately come to mind, which is some goddamn ELITE company, mister. So point a finger anywhere you want at the map because this bitchin’ action will work just about anywhere.

Now, you might think Black Light, White Lines is payin’ some sort of homage to the best party you’ve ever been to, and perhaps it is, but it’s also a white knuckle anthem for anyone who has ever driven their Camaro to hell and back with a bucket of fried chicken in their lap, a naked broad in the backseat, and a trunk full of illegal booze and gasoline. Some of the album is spastic arena glory and some of it is flaming southern mischief, but in the end it’s all turbo-sized FUN. And we can always use some of that, no matter where we’re from.

Listen to “The Gripper” from Black Light, White Lines.

Buy Black Light, White Lines from Small Stone.