The No Tomorrow Boys
The long-awaited debut LP from The No Tomorrow Boys is an absolute ripper! Wild'n'frantic rock'n'roll bands are a dying breed in this era of shoegazey, reverb drenched indie pop, but looking like a motorcycle gang straight outta a Fifties drive-in flick and sounding like the rabid love child of Little Richard and The Cramps with a healthy dose of Rip Off Records garage gunk shot straight to the jugular. The No Tomorrow Boys have spent the last few months trying to change that, performing relentlessly explosive sets across Portland and the greater Northwest with bands such as The Dex Romweber Duo, The Downtown Struts, and Davila 666.
The trio’s live shows are a tornado of chaos, simultaneously fun and fierce, invoking all the thrill and danger of life as a juvenile delinquent from back alley switchblade fights to lustful nights on lover’s lane. And now the boys have wrestled their primitive style of ferocious American rock'n'roll onto a slab o’ wax with their debut album «Bad Luck Baby Put The Jinx On Me», 14 tunes that explode outta the grooves like a suped up hot rod off the starting line.
So guys, grab your leather jackets and grease up your pompadours. Gals, slip on your fishnets and slap on that liquid eyeliner. No matter how you do it, get ready to flip your lid, blow your top, and dig that jive like it should be dug!
The No Tomorrow Boys seem to be well over drinking age, but it's possible they retain fond memories of their time in juvie—or at least they want you to think so. Despite their pompadours and leather jackets, they aren't a period piece with a James Dean fixation. In fact, they sound a lot more like authentic 1950s garage rock than the bands that jacked the style two decades later and called it punk. Like deep cuts off early Jerry Lee Lewis and Little Richard albums, and most especially like the great Tacoma band the Sonics, the No Tomorrow Boys rock out about innocent things, like girls and cars. But they do it with such uninhibited frenzy that you finally get why early rock 'n' roll caused mothers to cry into their aprons and dads to ship the kids off to parochial school.
Faster and Louder
Coming on like an Americanized Guitar Wolf or The Cramps sans the horror theme, Portland's No Tomorrow Boys get it right! …This is the REAL DEAL, kids! Any old band can ape the style, but The No Tomorrow Boys have the fire in the soul to genuinely capture the unholy essence of early rock n' roll. It has been a while since I've come across a new band in this mold, and let me tell you it's a real jolt to hear music like this again! These tunes are wild and fun and supercharged with sex (in other words, the opposite of what typically passes for "indie" rock in the year 2011!). If classic late '50s motorcycle gang leather jacket-and-switchblade rock n' roll replete with a bawdy backbeat, howling juvenile delinquent vocals, and red-hot guitar action sounds good to you, well then you have good taste. And The No Tomorrow Boys should be right up your alley!
Stitches In My Head
The No Tomorrow Boys. Slick Rockabilly Rock n Rolla's with the hair to suit. During the last song the guitarist flicks out his switchblade and starts manically shredding with it, throwing it into the floorboards at the end. It was so badass I'm sure the vagina of every gal in the room exploded while the penis of every man proceeded to shrink back into their bodies with shame and despair of how uncool they are compared to these guys.
The thing that comes to mind when I think of (The No Tomorrow Boys) is 'moxy.' They got moxy and plenty of it.
Matt Mayhem - guitar
Noland Nocount - bass
Jimmy Beat - drums