Sex Slaves
Bite Your Tongue
(Radical)

by Roger Moser, Jr.

The Sex Slaves sound like they've just stumbled out of a rat-infested, garbage-strewn alleyway after an all-night binge on drugs, booze, cigarettes, and cheap sex. Bite Your Tongue is a sleazy, trashy excursion into the sordid, vomit-splattered underworld of Rock n' Roll where absolutely anything goes and where very few participants actually get out alive. It's a sinfully enticing noise born out of the gutter and raised on a deserted street corner in the Lower East Side with no future at all in sight. It's recklessly clothed head-to-toe in denim and black leather with a permanent, sneering scowl adorning its miserably pale face. It ruthlessly wields a razor-sharp switchblade knife, often times slashing its very own flesh deep down to the bone just to watch itself bleed. It's a magnificent addiction, a pleasurable perversion, a lewd and crude musical art form worthy of my undying devotion. It's only Rock n' Roll, and the Sex Slaves wear it well. Play it extremely loud, or don't even bother playing it at all.