First, let's clarify one thing: since when is Detroit too small a town for hollering? That's the absurd claim made by this local rock outfit, which should surely know better. Luckily, the Cobras' music is miles more sensical, a rough-hewn garage soul-rock that reminds us why we once liked the White Stripes.
Possessing a vocal powerhouse at the midpoint between the nasty-girl romance of Ronnie Spector and the "don't EVEN mess with me" growl of Tina Turner, the Detroit Cobras know hot to uphold their rep as THE TOP-SHELF ROCK AND SOUL BAND; a thrashy, sexy powerhouse that can raise the rafters, coo and purr you into a trance, bring the Hully Gully into the 21st century soaked with sweat, and do justice to the legacies of both Motown and Detroit Rock City.