Toronto’s Danko Jones is an arrogant dude. There are all kinds of tales about interviews being compared to tooth extractions, as Danko Jones, the man, will only say two things about Danko Jones, the band: that they rock, and that they like the ladies. What else is there to know? Thing is, the music writers and fans adore this ego. Why? Because Danko Jones are the real deal. A rock band with the juggernaut steam-train sensibilities of seventies Detroit and the propulsive amphetamine simplicity of early punk rock, with the style of well-dressed blues men.
This EP’s lead-off track “Sugar Chocolate” smacks you in the face right from the outset. You’re not gonna find any dainty intros in any Danko Jones material. “If you want a piece of some chocolate, I can deliver it,” sings Jones in the above song, and I’m sure the little girls understand. “Big Bed,” “Never Again” and “Fucked Up” are more frenetic stomping ass shakin’ workouts.
This is really good high-octane shit to amp you right up. I hear that the band’s live performances make the women swoon and the grown men weep, so I hope they bring their egotistical asses to Vancouver soon so I can see if they live up to the words of the hype machine. It’s been a long time since I had a good cry.