Detroit, Michigan's Razzle Dazzle (or Rzl Dzl for the vowely impaired) is two dudes named Will and Haroun who basically just want you and everyone to rage. They aren't asking for Molotov cocktail type carnage as you try and smash the "man" in an anarchist state of complete disobedience. Nope, I think Razzle Dazzle's drink of choice is probably whatever beer is cheapest at the corner liquor store or whatever is flowing from the keg. You see, Razzle Dazzle wants the listener to go apeshit. However, the apeshitting must go on at a one humdinger of a party.
That's right Rzl Dzl wants you to party and party hard all Andrew W.K. like. I, for one, don't like to party. There's nothing worse than getting a phone call around sundown and having some friend on the other end tell me that we should head out to some soiree. It's not that I don't like people or that I'm afraid of leaving the apartment. I'm not completely anti-social, nevertheless most parties breakdown like this for me:
A) We arrive at the house, apartment, hotel room, etc. where I am stared down by hostile people cramped in a kitchen whom I have never met in my life.
B) I end up on the porch outside where extremely drunk people try to talk me about bands I hate and bumming all my smokes.
C) I find a free chair and sit there observing people who certainly don't know how to hold their alcohol and make complete asses out of themselves.
One hour later, I'm ready to leave.
Razzle Dazzle are the soundtrack to my worst nights out, although if someone slipped Strictly Saucers into the stereo and I've had one too many greyhounds I might get up and cut a little rug. Razzle Dazzle are fun goofball of a band that borrow heavily from Beastie Boys' Ill Communication with simple bluesy riffs, somewhat rapped vocals with salvos of hardcore fury. I could imagine Will and Haroun coming over uninvited and trashing the place. They would call their favorite pizza joint and order twenty pizzas on your parents' stolen credit card, scare your dog, and shotgun so many cans of Shlitz you'd fear for the safety of the entire planet if they got behind the wheel. Will and Haroun would leave the party with broken end tables, broken dreams, angry bros, and horny girls in their wake as they speed off to the next shindig.
I may not like to party, but for those of you that do, here's your soundtrack. You can start raging now.
