Five years after her debut, Stacy Crowne returns with Second To None – and no, the title ain’t just empty words. These guys still don't believe in brakes or ballads. What do we get instead?
Twelve shots of dirty, sweaty, and absolutely unpolished rock'n'roll. The kind that smells like beer, dust, and broken promises – just the way we like it.
From the first seconds of "Giving Up On You", the band kicks in the door like it owes them money. The riffs are sharp, the vocals have that raw edge, and the drums sound like someone’s beating up
a garbage can – in a very good way. "Ride Or Die" and "Street Vampires" are perfect examples of how Stacy Crowne blends classic Scandi Rock vibes (think Hellacopters or Turbonegro) with her own
filthy charm.
The production? Clean enough to hear every instrument, but rough enough to keep the punk attitude alive. Ola Ersfjord’s mix makes sure the fire stays at max, and Michel Wern’s mastering keeps the
whole thing loud and wild.
Second To None doesn’t want to be your friend – it wants to burn down your garage and take your last beer. It's fast, it's loud, and it's not here to make compromises. In a world of polished
Spotify-rock, Stacy Crowne are still playing like it’s 3am in a dirty club with 40 people and one broken mic. Respect.
File under: Rock'n'roll with scars and gasoline breath.
Highlights: Giving Up On You, Ride Or Die, Street Vampires
For fans of: The Hellacopters, Gluecifer, Zeke, sweaty basements
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