When I saw music connoisseur Ralph J Rivera rabidly enthusing about a band called Emily And The Blackouts I thought I'd better investigate. He's got damn good taste and as he's been writing about and interviewing bands since 1988 I thought I'd ask him to share his thoughts with you guys. As well as putting out a couple of his own zines in the 90's/00's (Honey Dungeon & Screwed And Tattooed) he's also had pieces published in Flipside, Fizz, The Hit List and Razorcake.
Forming in 2016, Emily And The Blackouts are from Riverside, California and feature a couple of original members of Voodoo Glow Skulls (Eddie Casillas on guitar and Jerry O’Neill on drums) as well as Emily Allin (vocals) and Johnny Poison (bass). They recently released a Self Titled album : https://emilyandtheblackouts1.bandcamp.com/album/emily-and-the-blackouts
This is Ralph's opinion...
Well this was just what I needed to find today. An honest to goodness TRUE Rock and Roll Punk band with a totally kick ass female singer. Namely one Emily Allin. This girl's vocal range fits this music so perfectly it's probably natural to her. These guys hit so many marks on bands from the late 90's/early 2000's. At first I thought "Holy Crap - The Candy Snatchers with a chick singer" but NO! - After a couple spot on covers of GG and Rose Tattoo - they shift gears into Post Punk/Goth territory!
This track "Dead Eyes" instantly made me think of all the great California Death Rock bands from the 80's. And again Emily's voice could be a dead ringer for the late, great Kat Arthur from Legal Weapon. Like I said if you miss what they called "Punk and Roll" from the bygone days of the 90's/00's this is a dream come true. Straight up pint of California Kick Ass!
This is Dead Eyes...
Crash and burning never one for learning. Falling for the same old line. Sitting all alone and wasting all your time you’ll always be the lonely one. You got all the scares and you know all the lies and you don’t know what’s right for you. spending all your times with an idle mind and everyone’s to blame but you.
Look at your with your dead eyes crying alone on a Friday night. Waiting for Mr. Right look at you with your dead eyes. Crying alone on a Friday night look at you with your dead eyes. Waiting for Mr. right look at you with your dead eyes.
Once again you missed your turn she got their first you’ll never learn. One of these days you’ll get it right. Wondering where you’ll sleep tonight. Left alone another wasted night and how much did you compromise missed your turn you’ll never learn and now here comes the day light.
Look at you with your dead eyes crying alone on a Friday night. Waiting for Mr. Right look at you with your dead eyes. Crying alone on a Friday night look at you with your dead eyes. Waiting for Mr. right look at you with your dead eyes.
Look at you.
Look at your dead eyes.
Wasted fake it. Look at your dead eyes. Wasted fake it
Look at your dead eyes.