Live at Cockpit on Wednesday, 27th November 2002
The Burning Brides' hearts are definitely in the right place. Read any interview and you will invariably hear singer/guitarist Dimitri Coates, attacking the conveyor-belt of crap that is today's music industry. Their album is called Fall of the Plastic Empire and, no-doubt, The Burning Brides hope it will instigate just that very outcome. Hell, even tonight Mr Coates can't resist a mini-rant about so-called women in "rock". An attack on Britney et al.
So, are The Burning Brides going to be the ones to save us? Well... they just might be. This Philadelphia threesome are a little bit Queens of the stone age, a little bit trad-grunge, and there's even a very satisfying whiff of The Pixies in there. But don't think this a bunch of grim-chinned, tortured geniuses. The bass player sports a perma-grin right through the set. She loves this. And we love it. This is good, intelligent, fun, rock music. The Burning Brides are serious about their music without being too serious about themselves and it sounds ace. The best thing to come out of Philadelphia since cheese spread.