If, in 1989, youd wanted to bet your house on a band becomin BIG, then The Throbs would have been the obvious choice. Rising up from the gutters of lower Manhattan, these four musicians came together to prise rocknroll from the cold dead clutches of corporate strangulation. That they didnt entirely succeed is not the point; that they (nearly) died trying, very much is.

Drawing inspiration from The Rolling Stones, The New York Dolls, Aerosmith and Alice Cooper, The Throbs specialised in spiking old-fashioned rocknroll with liberal helpings of psychedelia; their hair piled high, their paisley shirts slashed to the waist, and wearing enough mascara to paint the town black, they were the perfect (drinking) partners for a city short on sleep.

Once under the wing of studio veteran Bob Ezrin (Kiss, Alice Cooper, Pink Floyd), and Dick Wagner (Kiss, Alice Cooper, Lou Reed), they set about cutting their one and only album in what sounds like a hash-filled Turkish harem, with sitars & baglamas giving exotic support to the deeply rockn roll guitars. Whats more, critics on both sides of the Atlantic were quick to heap praise on the results, hailing The Throbs as the new Guns NRoses; however, the bands untempered enjoyment of the rock star lifestyle would ultimately lead to friction with their label and a premature demise.

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