Broken Teeth

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Austin, Texas, band Broken Teeth knows that people are into rock and roll because, at heart, all they really wanna do is get drunk, fuck, fight and break shit (usually in that order). So why be subtle about it? Consult, for example, these lyrics from “Stick It In”: I wanna smell your breath/I wanna love you to death/I wanna crystal your meth/Yeah, tie me to your beeeeed! … So close I can taste it/Baby let’s get wasted/I wanna hump you blue/I wanna stick it in you. They’re sophomoric, pervy and artfully boneheaded, but when singer Jason McMaster (formerly of Dangerous Toys, now as gnarly and grizzled as a rusty piece of barbed wire) screeches these lines, it feels as natural as breathing — that is, breathing heavily while your best friend’s leather-clad stepmom tears the shit out of your hide with a bullwhip. Add two impossibly tight, riff-welding guitarists and a drummer and bassist who lock together like pistons under the hood of a Mack truck, and the results are pure, irresistible hard rock that’ll send couples straight to Priscilla’s after the last cymbal clash of the night.