SMASHED GLADYS

Social Intercourse

1988

Elektra USA

CD is in very good condition (has the initials PK written on it in blue marker)

Covers are in very good condition


East coast gutter huggers' Smashed Gladys' freaky front woman, the sexy and erotic Sally Cato, who appeared in Mötley Crüe's "Too Young to Fall in Love" promotional video, is the main attraction from the down 'n' dirty sleazed-out group in tight black leather. Sally's appearance with the cocksure Crüe, during the L.A. bad boys prime time run through the scuzzy back alley, was a major break in sultry Sally's musical career, as she went on to kick ass with the greasy Gladys gang. Unfortunately, Smashed Gladys was not able to survive beyond the big hair '80s.

Packin' raspy pipes and wild wet dream curves, the bad ass headbangerette accents each track from Smashed Gladys' decadent "Social Intercourse". The bitchin' Cato had a hand in writing every song from the ten track effort, which was produced with dirt-under-the-fingernails grit by Ric Browde, and mixed by Michael Wagener.

The bottle swingin' "Social Intercourse" possesses several ass haulin' cuts that bring to mind the seedy Spread Eagle. Opening strong with the suck-it-up "Lick It Into Shape", the Smashed ones keep it low-down 'n' raunchy with the no-pain/no-gain "Play Dirty", the served-up easy, backseat rompin' "Legs Up", the too-hot-to-handle "Hard to Swallow", the rebellious rockin' "17 Going on Crazy" which is rolled-out with barroom swagger, and the raucous "Cast of Nasties". The caustic "Cast of Nasties" comes off sounding like a cross between Nazareth's "Hair of the Dog", and Def Leppard's "Die Hard the Hunter". Get laid closer "Sermonette" holds nothing back over nearly five-minutes of hard rollin' mayhem.

As with many acts from the image-is-everything eighties, the majority of the tracks from "Social Intercourse" are heavily influenced by the likes of old school Aerosmith and AC/DC, as the Smashed squad belt out the trashy barroom hard rock with a hint of three chord punch drunk blooze mixed in. Swingin' Sally seductively anchors each guitar driven cut with her frenzied feline vocals. Grab that bottle of victory gin, and crank the volume to a disturb-the-neighbours ten. They'll be poundin' on your door, askin' for more. Then again, they may be callin' the cops. Get smashed!

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