Sleaze Grinder review of Turn, Spring issue 2002Turn's cover, what with the lonely three legged chair, means one of two things - somebody in the band is playing the electric rake, or a bicycle wheel, or some other such homey contrivance, or Shoulder and Wheel are a roots rock band. I know you're questioning my logic here, but believe me baby, I've been around. Luckily, we've got the latter on our hands. Only S&W are roots rockers that hang out with glam fried sleaze peddlers like American Heartbreak and the Hellfire Choir, so their jangling, Midwestern barroom chug has been twisted into nasty ass slide guitar fueled power rock. Not that I'm complaining, it's just that you can feel the madness set in as Turn blasts on, and Shoulder and Wheel get bigger and louder, and soon it'll be all about handling snakes and running through the streets with loaded guns, screaming about revolution. As it stands now, think mid period Replacements with one eye on the Humpers and the other on Johnny Cash's old lady, and brace yourself for a sandblast of whiskey bottle rock and roll.
