Reviews 
If Footmen Tire You...
WINNER - San Diego Music Awards - Rock Album of the Year
CMJ TOP 35 ** FALL 2005
AMG ALBUM PICK
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If one of those great, booze-soaked rock and roll weekends like Garage Shock or the Las Vegas Shakedown were still a going concern (correct me if I'm wrong and one of them still is ) the Bloody Hollies would have been one of those bands that came in unheralded, blew everyone away and sold a ton at the merch table. And anyone who picked this album up would have been plenty satisfied 'cos it's 30 minutes of fire-breathin' punk fury. - i94Bar
Hey now! Loud, brash Rock n' Roll is just what I needed to clear my head, and The Bloody Hollies serve up a perfect platter of just that and more. From beginning to end, guitarist/vocalist Wesley Doyle is a motorcycle weaving through traffic as the tight rhythm section of bassist Phillip Freedenberg and drummer Michael Argento are the freshly paved road free of pot-holes and snags. Maximum riffage for maximum volume - Rock n' Fuckin' Roll, baby!
- Chuck Foster / Under The Volcano #90
After heading from their Brooklyn home to Detroit to work with Jim Diamond at Ghetto Recorders (Diamond has produced bands like The Fleshtones, Andre Williams and The White Stripes) The Bloody Hollies show no mercy with their third disc If Footmen Tire You ... . With their meaty guitar licks, frontman Wesley Doyle's distinctive vocal swagger and the frantic paced rhythm section this three-piece mix punk and garage rock with occasional touches of surf and rockabilly into a non-stop frenzy. While they're not the only band out their doing this kinda thing, The Bloody Hollies have definitely carved out their own well-deserved little niche. - Geoff Melton / Music Korner
The Bloody Hollies fly right into you like a biker in a bar whose girl's ass you just grabbed. With crunchy guitars and a garage echo sitting as the foundation to everything they do it is a wonder why The Hives were so huge and The Bloody Hollies haven't exploded in the same way. Both bands wear ties, both play explosive rock the way it should be played, but The Bloody Hollies do it with the angst and flair of a million angst wielding kids. "Burning Heart" rolls through two minutes on just three chords and one guitar solo, but it latches on like a leech and will have you humming for days afterward. Like The White Stripes' "Fell in Love with a Girl" The Bloody Hollies know how to be short, sweet and to-the-point. Why waste time with ambient shit when you can get straight to rocking? - Pete Soyer / Modern Fix
They may be from Buffalo, New York, but The Bloody Hollies play revved up, southern blues infected punk. And it absolutely floors me. The first track, "Watch Your Head," opens with a few short chord bursts before drummer Michael Argento fires off three drum rolls with Gatling gun ferocity and the fiery gates of Hell open up. The conflagration continues to rage through "We're So Anxious" and "Burning Heart," on which singer/guitarist Wesley Doyle's slide guitar calls to mind a deal with the devil at a crossroads. Doyle wails and screams his vocals with dark religious fervor, delivering lyrical gems like "You're better off just to stay at home / You're better off just to be alone / Murder on the rise / Livin' those lies / Then it hits you right between the eyes" on the album's stellar track "Right Between The Eyes." A sinister, hypnotic undercurrent winds its way just beneath the surface of these songs, making it one of the most cohesive, affecting albums of the year. A must have. - Josh Benke / Razorcake #30
ROCKSOUND (UK)
Detroit trio the Bloody Hollies never do get around to finishing the phrase that is their second album's title, If Footmen Tire You..., but that's the only cloud of doubt hanging over a very fine record. If you know your garage rock, you know deep down in your heart that, these days, at least, most of the music on the scene is derivative of its forebears and that there's a thin, almost-imperceptible line between "good" derivative and "bad" derivative. No garage band in the past 25 years ever formed with the intention of reinventing the wheel. And so it goes with the Bloody Hollies -- guitarist/singer Wesley Doyle, bassist Phillip Freedenberg, and drummer Michael Argento. They plug in their guitars, take a handful of time-tested garage, surf, and blues riffs and proceed to blow out the speakers for 30 glorious minutes. Yes, If Footmen Tire You... is derivative, but it's definitely "good" derivative. The Hollies' -- and specifically Doyle's -- chief musical touchstones seem to be the first two White Stripes records. Whether that's more a by-product of the band's taste or the knob-twiddling by Motor City producer extraordinaire Jim Diamond, who produced and mixed the first two White Stripes albums, remains to be seen. There's no denying that moments like the supercharged blues of "Burning Heart", where Doyle yowls, "Be afraid of a burning heart!" in a distinctly Jack White-ian way, or "Infatuation of the Girl" would've fit nicely on, say, the Stripes' De Stijl. Of course, If Footmen Tire You... isn't all White Stripes mimicking. For starters, Argento can actually drum, and it's his solid foundation that allows Doyle to shred his guitar. Opener "Watch Your Head" is a rapid-fire surf riff anchored by two incendiary solos, and if that isn't combustible enough, the band has swagger and attitude to burn throughout the album. Naturally, they turn in a tune called "Gasoline". - Stephen Haag / Popmatters
On their third release, psychobilly veterans the Bloody Hollies mature their sound and take no prisoners. With a musical stance bordering on breakneck (their live shows are legendary, high energy rock exorcisms), the Hollies are clearly not fucking around. Vocalist / guitarist Wesley Doyle's intonations take on more of the early White Stripes tinge, running the gamut from teeth-baring sneer to come-hither innuendo, often within the span of a single song. High octane rock-n-roll from a band that has come to practically define the genre. - Justin Habersaat / Altercation Magazine #17 Fall / Winter 2005
The Bloody Hollies embrace the unrelenting spirit of rock 'n' roll and will literally beat the shit out of you with their back-to-basics punk-a-billy. And you'll like it. I was hooked as soon as I put it on If Footmen Tire You (their third disc) after snagging it from the ISS swag pile last week. The CD has all the right ingredients: driving drums and thumping bass; overdriven guitars and an overdriven voice that demands attention. Which, oddly, are much some of the same ingredients I hate to love the White Stripes for, even though the BHs' songs get a bit more technical than the 'Stripes' output. Plus, the Bloody Hollies aren't just relying on one or two hooks to carry a song like Jack White and Co. "Gasoline" is the song you'll play in your car stereo over and over again on an early Sunday morning reckless drive home from the bars. No use trying to resist the urge to beat the hell out of your dashboard with your fist. Go with it. The song drips sweat, dirt, and grit with every note - actually, the entire album drips sweat, dirt, and grit that you won't want to wash off. - Tom Willis / I See Sound
Shit-hot rocker-garage cum kick-ass mixed with dynamism collected from hot pennies handled by The Sonics, The Up, The Makers, and many other "The" bands as well as non-"The's" like, say, Mensen or LA Peste, as well as a buncha cool stuff found on Gearhead compilations. Perfecty recorded/produced by Jim Diamond (Patsies, Dirtbombs) up there in Detroit. I mean, shit, if you like this kinda thing (like if you like cheeseburgers and free beer), you'll like it. If you don't, you won't. It's a classic rock and roll disc at 30.5 minutes, but I'd dig hearin'm eat up a couple of someone else's tunes to kick it over the 36 minute mark. How 'bouts anything by Moving Targets, or something by contemporaries The Decibators ( I always thought it was cool when '50s and '60s bands would do any tune they dug, even trying to piggy back recent hits!), Nine Pound Hammer, or Hüsker Dü's "In A Free Land"? These guys have hi-energy that never dissolves into watery panic punk or piddly indie-thrash. The pick-to-click for your next fucking iPod party? "Gasoline," with its sly, bent riff you can tuck between The Stooges' "Loose" and The New Bomb Turks' "I Want My Baby... Dead?" and get laid like crazy. - Craig Regala / Lollipop
Have you ever played a show where shortly after polishing off what felt like you band's best set in months, another group suddenly steps up to the stage and mops the f**king floor with your miserable asses? Well, my band recently had the pleasure of opening for Buffalo NY's Bloody Hollies, and yes, a great deal of floor mopping with our miserable asses did in fact take place. These guys were in full control of the stage, and the crowd eagerly reacted to the foursome's onslaught of driving, blues tinged rock'n'roll (think the Black Keys meets the Von Bondies on amphetamines) with some hearty ass shakin' action of their own. This admittedly doesn't quite match the power of their live show (Which may not be such a bad thing- my ears were ringing for 2 days afterwards), but I think it's fair to say that this platter is destined to be looked upon by many as one of the year's finer releases. - Hot Carl / Degeneration Overdrive
Their new album, If Footmen Tire You, is a different album than their debut. It is better. - San Diego Punk
Singer Wesley Holmes sounds like Jack White, if he fronted a raw, punk/garage band that was inspired by Dead Boys. Fuzzy, gritty, good and plenty... with enough Detroit-style riffs and punch to get you through your darkest days. This band's from Buffalo, believe it or not. - Cleo Merode / The Sentimentalist
Kerrang (UK)
Your heart rate escalates, your palms become sweaty, your breathing becomes rapid no you are not having panic attacks. Relax. You are just listening to the Bloody Hollies for the first time! Remember that opening scene in "Wild at Heart" when Nicholas Cage keeps slamming a poor souls head into the ground until it is a bloody pulp? Well, this is how I can sum up The Bloody Hollies. This band never lets up. They keep slammin' your melon until your cranium is crushed and grey matter spatters like some teenager poppin' a puss filled zit. Call it what you will Garage, Punk, Blues, or Rock and Roll, this release just explodes in your face like some homemade fertilizer pipe bomb. High Energy, Addictive, Classic Rock and Roll on speed. From the opening "Watch Your Head" to the closing "Raised by Wolves", this release slams the petal down and makes all others smell the burnin' rubber. The Bloody Hollies revamp your faith in punk/garage/ rock and roll and they do it with style, substance, and just sheer grit. One of the best of 2005! - Demonseed / Sugarbuzz Magazine
Pretty hot six-oh filtered through the seven- and eight-ohs with an interesting lead vox that'll remind you of maybe that one guy in the Jujus or even your personal fave rockcrit with his stones cut off. - Blog2Comm
The Bloody Hollies have a bloody good rock history pun for a name. Better yet, they create a beautiful noise. IF FOOTMEN TIRE YOU is packed with urgent, angry, and generally emotional songs. In fact, the song title "We're So Anxious" succinctly sums this band up. Vocalist/guitarist Wesley Doyle leads this restless pack through some moments where they come off like Iggy Pop and other sections where they sound like a sped-up, latter-day version of The Rolling Stones. Doyle's vocals are Jack White (The White Stripes), swanky during "Dirty Water". The group revs up the chugging guitars New York Dolls-style on "Raised by Wolves". It's also easy to warm up to "Right Between the Eyes" simply because its scratchy electric guitar work makes it sound like old The Seeds records. So to The Bloody Hollies we say: let it bleed! -Dan MacIntosh / Skratch
Originally hailing from Buffalo New York the Bloody Hollies are true masters of their craft. The group has now acquired two new members and has relocated to San Francisco. The band plays a unique brand of blues inspired junk rock that could most easily be described as garage. The bands latest release, If Footmen Tire You marks the group's first release on Alive Records. The album features eleven fast and furious tracks, which were recorded in Detroit by renowned producer Jim Diamond (the Dirtbombs, the White Stripes, and the Sights) who striped down the bands sound to give the album a raw, minimalistic quality. The Bloody Hollies manage to keep an upbeat, energetic pace through out the entire album. If Footmen Tire You, begins with "Watch Your Head" a song full of heavy power chords and cleaver guitar hooks accompanied by thick bass lines and Wesley Doyle's signature vocals. Other notable tracks on the album include "Gasoline" which sounds like a cross between Jon Spencer's Heavy Trash and the Sex Pistols. "Raised by Wolves" the album's closer takes inspiration from the motor city with an early White Stripes resonance and slick slide guitar riffs reminiscent of Detroit's blues rock legends of the past. - Paul Borchert / Mote MGZN
Classic Rock (UK)
There's something about it that never gets old: you turn on a cd and suddenly find yourself back to the wall, accosted, beaten, and bruised by a steady torrent of driven rock. It's something that any fan of rock secretly looks forward to every time he or she picks up a cd by an unknown band that seems to harbor some kind of aggression. There's a number of different ways to satisfy this primal, masochistic craving, and by now the idea has taken on so many incarnations that it's become a sport in itself to chose which way to go. I'm proud to announce not only another alternative to this desire, but one that offers some musical integrity and fundamental rock and roll, with the latest release from Buffalo, NY rockers the Bloody Hollies. (...) There's so much pure energy, charisma, and straight-up rock on this album that there's no room for disappointment. The minute the album comes alive you've already become a fan. If you've ever been a fan of the band that blasts the doors off of a garage and does so with devastating grace, grab this album without asking questions. If not, call the cops: you're not even ready for this. - Andrés Carrera / Upbeetmusic
If it's possible to have a crush on a band, I think I have one on the Bloody Hollies. These Buffalo, New York boys play a gritty, in-your-face kind of punk rock that will slap you silly while they kick you in the head with their intense guitar riffs and heavy hitting drums. Just when you think they can't make it any more louder or grittier, the next song comes along and shows you that they can. I'm a firm believer in the first song being the most important. If it doesn't make you want to listen to the rest of the album, you're screwed. If it makes you wonder why the hell you got the album in the first place, it's not a good first impression, is it? Fortunately for us, the Bloody Hollies know how to make a good first impression and did so with the first song, "Watch Your Head". Whether it's the raw sound of Wesley Doyle's vocal chords or the fury-fueled riffs coming from the guitar, this song is one killer track. And it just gets better from here. "Burning Heart" is a short, intense track that is the equivalent of being hit musically by freight train repeatedly. And that's a good thing. "Gasoline" gets my vote as the best song on the album. It's a bit slower, more rock than punk rock, and the vocals screech. It's pure musical bliss capable of producing those always sought after orgasms for the ears. "Right Between the Eyes" picks up after the slower tune of "Gasoline" and boy, does it ever hit you between the eyes. Perfect for those days when you just want to smack someone. Thank you, guys! The album ends with "Raised by Wolves", a slightly fuzzy, gritty song of stripped down rock 'n' roll/garage rock reminiscent of the sweet ol' 70's. Clocking in at just over 30 minutes (30 minutes and 5 seconds, to be precise), If Footmen Tire You... is a short but punchy album that is worth every minute. None of the songs go over 3 minutes and forty seconds, making it clear that this is one intense album that you should own. - Jones Violet / Blogcritics
Best damn garage punk rock record I have heard for awhile! This is the second album by The Bloody Hollies and it's loud and in your face like it should be. The album is produced by Jim Diamond (White Stripes, The Dirtbombs etc.) in Detroit and it has a cool live feeling. Sorta like if they where blasting away right in front of you. I am sure they kick mayor booty live so please visit Copenhagen sometime soon! - Don K / Lowcut (Denmark)
Part of the beauty of punk rock is that you don't have to reinvent the wheel to get over with the stuff -- there are seemingly thousands of different variations to the fast/loud/snotty formula, and most of them will work just fine if you put enough legitimate vim and vigor behind them. Take the Bloody Hollies -- obviously weaned on the same blues riffs and garage rock poses as a few hundred other bands crowding the hipster landscape, these guys aren't doing anything radically different than their peers, but let 'em plug in, turn up their amps, and hit fifth gear, and you'll notice that they just plain rock harder and sound more potent than most folks walking the same line. Wesley Doyle's guitar riffs are solid, meaty, and ladled with extra sauce, his vocals drip with swaggering anger without overplaying his hand, and bassist Phillip Freedenberg and drummer Michael Argento know how to bash the music into submission without bruising it. The band's songs talk women and anger as well as anyone else on the scene, and for their second full-length album, they had the good sense to roll into Ghetto Recorders in Detroit and let Jim Diamond put their fury on tape in an appropriate environment. If Footmen Tire You... isn't going to change the way you look at punk rock, but the Bloody Hollies will give you a half-hour's worth of top-quality guitar-fueled rant, and what's wrong with that? Not a thing, pal -- crank it up and enjoy. - Mark Deming / All Music Guide
"If Footmen Tire You..." is one kick-ass slab o' screechin' Garage-Rock! Influences and/or comparisons can be made to bands from the 70s right up to the current wave of no-nonsense rockers. If your music collection is bulging at the seams with output from bands such as; Jet, the Stooges, The Hives, (early) Damned, The White Stripes, (early) Hellacopters, The Strokes, and The Vines, then you might as well break out your cheque-book right now, because your friends are all gonna laugh at you if they find this missing from your personal stacks o' wax (or I guess that's stacks o' shiny silver discs as it is these days). It's raw, it's primitive, and it's one hell of a catchy delightful ruckus! RATING = 8 Sunset Underground
Disc of the week : Straight-up, gas-guzzling punk rawk, armed to the teeth with a head full of diet pills and cheap PBR. These ne'er-do-wells get it right from the word go, with songs pegged in the red, tempos that threaten to burst their seams at each turn and a vocal snarl reminiscent of Norway's Sweatmaster. Dirtbombs alumni and garage guru Jim Diamond captures the white-hot smackdown like only he can, but with sonic pearls like "Burning Heart" and "Right Between the Eyes," this is easily the Bloody Hollies' show all the way. This is everything the stagnant punk rock and skinny-tie-infested garage scenes are lacking. 9/10 - Johnson Cummins / The Mirror (Montreal, Canada)
This album grabs you by the balls from the first riff all the way through to the last screeching guitar squeal leaving you violated, yet screaming for more. This album is jam packed with catchy guitar riffs and lyrics that you just can't help but picture yourself screaming while rocking out to these guys on stage. If you're into having a good time, rocking out, and listening to some kick ass tunes you have to go pickup this album ASAP. - Chris / ePunkZine
Amateurs de rock sale, THE BLOODY HOLLIES est le groupe que vous attendiez depuis des lustres. Sorti plus tôt cette année sur Alive Records, If Footmen Tire You est un album gavé d'amphétamine et de testostérone. La pièce d'ouverture, Watch Your Head, est un déluge de guitares mordantes avec une voix un peu effacée et criarde. La plupart des chansons de l'album vont dans la même direction. C'est plus de 30 minutes de gros rock garage qui fesse sans compromis. On y retrouve une énergie qui n'est pas loin de MANIC MANON AND THE GUESTLIST. Un des groupes à surveiller lorsqu'ils viendront en ville. - Dave / PunkMeUp (Canada)
It comes on strong . . . like The Misfits, and it sounds like The Cramps for about 5 seconds and then it goes into Stooges mode, where it stays for the majority of the album. The whole thing kinda reminds me of the band Jet, only without all the pretentious Gap commercial MTV posturing. What does than mean? It means that this record is balls-out straight ahead rock and roll with no bullshit. I love the record. I play it all the time when I want to get my blood pumping and my mind racing. It's high energy, high octane, and generally it's just rock and roll done fucking right. It all sounds kinda the same, but that's not a bad thing ? think Ramones. I'm even gonna go ahead and call the Bloody Hollies the best pure rock n roll band out there today, not cause they really have an edge musically over some of the others, but because they're called The Bloody Hollies. Tell me that's not the best fucking band name of all time. It's clear that they get it, and if you get it too, you know what I mean and this record is for you. If you don't get it, there's always The White Stripes.
May Save Rock N Roll: "Gasoline," "Cut It Loose," "Watch Your Head," "Mind Control." - Mike D'Ariano / Areuonsomething
The Bloody Hollies have the best band name I've heard in the last ten years. I get images of a deranged Graham Nash feeding on the corpse of Buddy Holly whenever I hear it. The music lives up to the name. This is just the kind of ass kicking transcendental musical medication the world never gets enough of. It's rock and roll distilled to its essence; 100 proof savage punk rock libation liberation. Just a bar fight waiting to happen. This Buffalo, New York band have just put out a new album called If Footmen Tire You... that should vanquish any sad thoughts you've been thinking lately and inflame your good ones. They're raw and primitive as it should be. "Watch Your Head" is a thumping, humping prototypical rocker stumping for the party of rock and it gets my vote. There's heat coming off it in waves and just when you think the tempo and tension can't get any higher the next song, "We're So Anxious" turns the dial up another notch. This one goes up to 11. The Michael Argento powered drums and Phillip Freedenburg bass go on the prowl for the bridge of "Gasoline" while guitarist and vocalist Wesley Doyle takes a short break. It's hypnotic and powerful because you just know that when Doyle rejoins them the song is going to be exponentially more explosive than before. It's a simple trick in dynamics that some bands never bother to learn. They make like a harder edged Mummies with the nervous energy of "Right Between The Eyes" which features a spidery guitar riff framing the song like a web. "Cut It Loose" is cruddy, muddy, and bloddy good stuff. The album is all exposed nerves with razor sharp tight lines that never let up. There is even potential for power pop lurking with "Infatuation Of The Girl" which might have been a good Undertones song 25 years ago. There's a definite hint of Feargal Sharkey in Doyle's voice when he's really singing. He mainly sticks to yelling and it matches the songs to perfection. He treats his guitar like a weapon, too. "Dirty Water" (not The Standells song" hits with a physical force. The last song "Raised By Wolves" uses some deft slide guitar to bring the album to a fitting ending. It was produced by Jim Diamond in Detroit and he gives the album a gritty Seventies abandoned muscle car tone. - Wally Bangs / Blogcritics
Apparently these guys were loved by the late John Peel and I can fully understand why. From the moment you turn this CD on you´re hooked with their Garage influenced Punk Rock. Just listen to the opening track ´Watch Your Head´ for starters and you´ll see why this band kick ass. There´s 11 tracks on here and each one constructed with the same love as the next. There´s no fillers on here which means you get an album you´re just going to love. The only downer about this album is that it had to end and I just wish there were a few more tracks on here. Yeah great band, great songs and a top production to boot. - Fullfrontalrecordings (UK)
These guys sure cause an uproar for a three piece, it,s really quite amazing. Recorded in Detroit this record captures all the energy and thrills of raw, stripped-down Rock N, Roll, it,s so alive and animated and barks and shrieks like a rabid dog. It,s crude and wild and that,s all I need. It,s so full-on and thick and it,s nice a distorted but not overly so, the fuzz is present but not overpowering. This is the first time I have heard THE BLOODY HOLLIES but I'll sure a hell be tracking down their debut 'Fire At Will'. (...) The three-piece is a challenging thing to pull off but when all the ingredients are right and the interaction gels it,s the best thing ever and that,s what the BLOODY HOLLIES are all aboutthis is pretty much the definitive sound of a raw Rock N, Roll three-piece, thy don,t need anyone or anything else because their pure straightforwardness already cuts past the bone. Excellent. - Marco / NFT (UK)
Fire at Will, the 2003 album from Buffalo's Bloody Hollies, came on like a rabid wolverine that reduced "AC/DC-or-Ramones" debates to hair-splitting. Most of If Footmen Tire You is similarly speedy stuff, with wired guitar leads that sound as if singer/guitarist Wesley Doyle is in the throes of the first switch of the electric chair. But from the get-go, the band swings more ("Watch Your Head") and attempts a facsimile of rhythmic dynamics ("Right Between the Eyes," "Mind Control"). Doyle also reigns in his screech, so at times he echoes Jack White -- though with fewer Victorian mannerisms. But there's also a dark core to the band that exposes itself most on the fuzz-blues of the last tune; expect remorseful murder ballads soon. For now, the Bloody Hollies are still rabid for the fast action.
- Eric Davidson / River Front Times
Have you ever imagined what unholy racket would ensue if the CBGB's sleaze of both the Dead Boys (known for their Alice Cooper inspired take on proto punk) and the Cramps (fey conveyers of demented rockabilly) would fuse together on some drunken stage somewhere? To me it sounds like the latest offering from the Bloody Hollies brings that sound to life, and it's a hell raising fest if ever there were one. The crisp drums, sprightly chugging rhythm guitar, and lecherous vocal represent the side of the band which resembles the Cramps. The wall of sound production and Detroit style leads are where the Dead Boys likeness appears. You got your rockabilly in my punk rock! You got your punk rock in my rockabilly! Of course when you fuse the decadent sprawl of guys like Stiv Bators and Lux Interior, you're bound for a reckless soundtrack to drinking lethal amounts of malt liquor and hitting on young girls with visible sores on their lips. Drunken carousing oozes from this CD like a salty ooze of poisoned ambrosia slipping from an open wound. If you've got fifty dollars to spend on door admission and too much beer and the Bloody Hollies are in town, go for it. It will doubtless be a memorable evening. Of course this CD is short on handclaps, thirteen part harmonies, and Rogue synthesizers, but who the hell cares? From the most depraved swamp bars of the South to the most junk addled rock haunts in the city, a pained echo of decadence howls, with this cool record serving as its loud tonic. Now take off those panties! - Jimmy Reject / Now Wave
Every song sounds like the part of a set when it's time to smash the tables and break a chair over someone's head (...) Loud and noisy and sloppy and terrific. - Leeds / Culture Bunker
Like the grunting Neanderthal hordes who banged sticks and rocks together during mankind's formative years, The Bloody Hollies' basic primal instinct is to make themselves heard. And, boy howdy, I'm here to tell you that they do it abundantly loud and clear! If Footmen Tire You is a heavily distorted, wildly careening explosion of extravagantly amplified noise that's as disruptive and twitchy as a fully revved chainsaw ripping through your spinal cord. It's an aggressively feral torrent of kick-ass, spazzed-out, fuzz-saturated Garage Rock 'n' Roll madness that's clamorous, brutish, and beastly both in content and delivery. Vocalist Wesley Doyle screeches and screams like a psycho mad-dog lunatic who shoved an ice pick through his testicles during a moment of extreme self-loathing rage and is intermittently suffering violent seizures the rest of his life as a consequence. He also ruthlessly attacks his guitar like an uncaged, flesh-starved wolf ferociously mangling an innocent, doe-eyed lamb with the utmost of savage glee. Bassist Phillip Freedenberg and drummer Michael Argento spastically provide a thunderous squall of rhythmic fury that can only be compared to 100 million infuriated demons kicking and pounding the walls of Hades so God above will hear their indignation and disgust. Collectively, The Bloody Hollies are a fierce sonic force not to be ignored or taken lightly. I have my serious doubts as to whether the average human ear can survive such a powerful, skull-splitting racket, though. - Moser / Under The Volcano
Round two from these drunk and dangerous garage brawlers from Buffalo, NY (now expanded to a four-piece) amps up their bare-knuckled approach to Street Sweeper levels ? either find a place to hide when the whapadang comes down (the teeth-rattling feedback that heralds "Cut It Loose" is the only warning you get), or take the Hollies' full-bore sonic assault like a man. My advice is: go for the latter, 'cause soaking in main headcase Wesley Doyle's evilbilly hellspawn guitar and scorched vocals is like a reverse colonic: it's gonna put toxins into your body, which is what you need to survive in today's mean world, my friend. And the ladies, they won't be able to resist you. Maybe you wanna buy two copies of this CD, just to be safe. - Paul Gaita / Sleazegrinder
Garage rock for all you cavestompers and mod choppers. Mad bliss and lout guitars ? this shit must be great live (hint, hint, hint!) - New York Waste
pparently these guys were loved by the late John Peel and I can fully understand why. From the moment you turn this CD on you´re hooked with their Garage influenced Punk Rock. Just listen to the opening track ´Watch Your Head´ for starters and you´ll see why this band kick ass. There´s 11 tracks on here and each one constructed with the same love as the next. There´s no fillers on here which means you get an album you´re just going to love. The only downer about this album is that it had to end and I just wish there were a few more tracks on here. Yeah great band, great songs and a top production to boot. 10/10 - Fullfrontalrecordings.co.uk
The Bloody Hollies are a runaway locomotive. The skinny-tie wearing quartet, which attacks nightclubs with a raw, inviting garage-rock assault ... - Interview for the Idaho Statesman
Fans of the White Stripes should immediately pick up the new album from Buffalo's Bloody Hollies entitled If Footmen Tire You... This is garage-rock taken to the hilt, loaded with punk attitude, cool lyrics and fiery guitars. It will cure all that ails ya.