blood of the sun

richard hurley must surely have the best taste in rawk of any young (born in da '70s) cat i know besides jon teague. he's into all the late-'60s / early-'70s underground noise i remember from my misspent yoof as a rekkid store clerk -- prog, psych, experimental, blues-rock, bands 'n' artistes like soft machine, robert wyatt, henry cow, gentle giant, van der graf generator, magma, rory gallagher, blodwyn pig(!), src, and on and on. he owns lee pickens (bloodrock)'s stage wardrobe! and he's in a band called blood of the sun that plays in the style of the old, good shit: think mountain, humble pie, cactus, deep purple. they're a _big_ band, too, in the grand old style: two gtrs, bass, drums, hammond organ (played by ex-bill pohl associate dave gryder), and leather-lunged voxxx from mark zammaron, a cat who makes heavyweights like rusty day, james hetfield, ronnie dio, and chris cornell sound like pussies. last time the stoogeaphiles practiced, jon was fucking around with the hi-hat and we played almost all of "mississippi queen." i was thinking then that it'd be cool to make a band that played all the stuff we usedta dig when i was a snotnose, but now i realize that one already exists, only they're writing the stuff themselves. they're finishing a new cd now; can't wait till they get back on the boards.

hurley came out of the same haltom city-riverside axis of evil that produced the me-thinks, alt-country rawkers helldamncrap, '80s metal aficionados the riverside ramblers, and hardcore punkers one fingered fist. jayzus, must be something in the water up there.