Yours Until the Bitter End

If there were any justice in the world, bands like The Bloody Hollies would be replacing the Zeppelins and Rushes of yesteryear on today’s rock radio (and on the iPods of 15-year-old boys everywhere). But no. After more than a decade together, only a smallish fan base admires the foaming snarl of this upstate New York quartet rooted in the traditions of vintage garage punk. Yours Until the Bitter End may change all that, with a number of stomping, roaring, well-crafted songs neatly filling the void left behind by the rock behemoths that started it all decades ago. Tunes like “Dead Letter” and “Dirty Sex” exude the sweaty, hormonal pungency of bands like The Stooges and Humble Pie (singer Wesley Doyle sounds at times like a mash-up of Humble Pie’s Steve Marriott and The Faces’ Rod Stewart). Yet songs like “So Grey, So Green,” “I Dream of Bees,” and “You’re So Cold” are stellar examples of what hard rock can be in the 2010s. The Bloody Hollies aren’t afraid of wah-wah pedals, slide guitar, or swampy blues riffs, either. Magnificent, supercharged, incendiary fun.