Audio By Carbonatix
Holley 750 has played South by Southwest, toured with the Supersuckers and released a split CD with punk legend Antiseen. So why don’t they get more props in the local scene? For starters, they’re not exactly trying to spoon-feed their music to the masses. The band’s latest full-length, Prison Rules, is a raw, unpasteurized splatter of shit, sperm and engine grease that couldn’t give a fuck what anyone thought about it. Of course, that’s what makes the disc so great: Huffing Motörhead’s pit stench and the noxious, scorched-rubber fumes of Zeke, these twelve songs boil away the bullshit and leave a lean specimen of ugly, unkempt, terminally catchy punk rock that reeks like a corpse and grins like a skull. There’s nothing remotely hip or ass-kissing about Holley 750 or Prison Blues. Be glad.
We’re thankful for you. Are you thankful for us?
We feel thankful for our staff and for the privilege of fulfilling our mission to be an unparalleled source of information and insight in Denver. We’re aiming to raise $50,000 by December 31, so we can continue covering what matters most to this community.
Help us continue giving back to Denver.
