The Soda Pop Kids
Teen Bop Dream
Full Breach Kicks-2007
By Christopher Duda
(SugarBuzz Toronto)
group shot by Michelle Riot
Sugahbuzzin Freakin’ Magazine
From the dark caverns beneath the earth’s fiery core loom debauchery, sin, and pure unadulterated dark lords of looming legends. Stepping forward out of the grey shadows immerge half praying mantis and half cloven-hoofed beast.
Hark, who goes there? It is I ….Sir Soda Pop Kid… ready not to battle this beast but to join in the revelry of debauchery, sin, sex and mountains of pills and booze.
Sir Soda Pop Kid. Don’t you want to save earth and mankind from this evil beast?
“Fuck that, Hell has the best parties anyways”
Okay, I have this friend name George (name changed because in reality I have no friends). He claims that post punk took the rock and roll formula, cut it up and spewed it back in the tired face of Rock and Roll. Point taken but who cares. Shut up George you nerdy wankin’ record collector geek.
However, the flip side of the coin is that if a band can use the same tired formula; and get George’s fat smelly, hairy, pimple laden lard ass up off a couch and dancing like a reject from a Charlie Brown cartoon then it has done it’s job!
Nothing arty about that. 1234 lets get down and do the nasty. Grunt Grunt.Groan.Holler. Good Night
See I figure everyone lays claim or wants to state who invented rock and roll or who was real rock and roll and who died for rock and roll and who banged rock and roll and who shit rock and roll……….blah blah blah.
Who the fuck cares. I am happy it still is happening. Gene Vincent was one badass motherfucker; Johnny Thunders epitomizes rock and roll. If you check out Tiny Tim on You Tube doing “Do you Think I’m Sexy” on television that definitely is rock and roll. Oh, shit I am giving my opinion and ultimately not following the rules of acceptable rock and roll criticism. Yawn.
Music is a religion. It never lies. The Soda Pop Kids embrace, entangle, engulf Chuck Berry licks, 77 punk rawk energy and just the honest to goodness all American tradition of bashing out 3 chords (fourth is optional). Hotter and smellier than Barbara Bush’s wedge of cherry pie. Come get it Boys! Drip! Drip!
Buy or Die….or Die then Buy.
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