Razor Nights: Come Without Warning

I'm just going to come out and say it. Razor Nights is a band that has reaffirmed my love of music in a lot of ways. I was sort of getting tired of the old standbys. And as much as I love discovering new music, a lot of the stuff I've been hearing lately seem more interested in promoting a political agenda than knowing how to play their instruments. And that's fine if that's what you're into and it's fine every now and again, but I'm in the "keep your politics out of my music," camp. Sometimes you just want to shake your ass or fist pump.

Their album Come Without Warning is finally out and it was worth the wait. Ten songs clocking in at twenty-three minutes. They tear through some scorchers like "I'll Be Your Creep," "Wasted," and "I.D.G.A.F." But then they also slow it to mid-tempo with some surprisingly heartfelt songs like "Memories," and the closer "Waiting For The Moon." This last song has some sweet vocals by Diana Death and Moonrunner Gomez that harken back to the 60's.

Every time I listen to the album, (which I've been doing on repeat for a while now) it reminds me of different bands. Not because they sound derivative, but because they managed to tap into the same magic that other bands who came before them created. "Waiting For The Moon," makes me want to break out Outrageous Cherry because it's cut from the same wonderful cloth.

But as I said in my Amazon review, this is a band that needs to be seen live. All of them have a unique presence which is often lacking in a lot of bands who play live. But they're also tight as shit. I drove two and a half hours down from L.A. to San Diego where they are based to see them and it was worth every mile of the drive.

If there's any justice in the world, this album will get some serious airplay somewhere. In the meantime, listen to it on Spotify or better yet– do what I did and get it on vinyl.