Crash Street Kids
BIO

Loaded with equal parts glitter and sleaze, Crash Street Kids mark their return to the scene with an unabashedly filthy record called Sweet Creatures. Unusual in this day and age, the Kids are extraordinarily prolific having released 3 critically acclaimed concept albums in 3 years, capped by a blistering double live record. Fans wanted to know what they would do next. Wisely, the band kept plans for their new album close to the vest. Would they expand on the “Supersonic Star Show” trilogy or break new ground? The answer is, to put it in Transatlantic Suicide terms, “the kid is dead.”

Leaving behind the story line that CSK had developed over the course of 3 albums was surprisingly easy. As drummer A.D. Adams says “we feel like a new band now, it’s exactly what the doctor ordered.”

“No question that expectations were high following Transatlantic Suicide,” says singer Ryan McKay about trumping 2008’s glittery magnum opus, “..but we thrive on that."

But don’t for a minute think that Sweet Creatures is a big departure from their trademark sound. The band sounds absolutely devastating on this platter. A “new band” in attitude perhaps, but still carrying the echoes of Bowie, T. Rex and Alice Cooper in their make-up kits. Veering wildly between foot-stomping glitter rock to snakey Exile on Main Street Stones swagger to epic Queen-like ballads and back again.

Nor should you think that it’s a run of the mill collection of various songs with no central theme. That’s right. Another concept.

Fans of the band's modern spin on glam will delight in the first single Bang, Bang! (You're Beautiful), a stomping, four on the floor anthem of utter filth. That is if you find someone who's “drop-dead foxy, dope-sick and miserable” attractive. Sad Julia marries the New York Dolls to Ian Hunter's early Mott the Hoople. With layers of guitars and Dylan-esque organ underpinning the lyric about a boy begging his love interest for a night on the town.

 

As a whole, Sweet Creatures tells the story of two runaways that find each other on the street and fall for one another while living as prostitutes. In debt to their pimp, they blur the line between real love and love for a living. Along their journey they encounter drug pushers, fellow prostitutes, and transvestites.

McKay states, “At the end of the day, it’s a love story. Weird, unsettling. But sometimes that’s what love is.”