COBRETTI: Violation Guaranteed

Cobretti

Violation Guaranteed

© 2007 Cobretti (708297600827)

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Killer hard rock ala Hellacopters, Backyard Babies

tracks

1 All or Nothing
2 Healin' Touch
3 Bender
4 White Lightning
5 Midnight Cowboy
6 Bought Some Luv
7 Killin' Me
8 Black Lung
9 Full Service
10 Save Your Skin
11 Make Me Sick
12 Taste the Freedom
13 Outta My Way

notes

The Plot:
Like a diamond in a goat's ass, Cobretti shines like a starlit San Francisco night spent in the gutter. No longer being able to stomach the thought of a "scene" without their magical presence, Cobretti was formed in the fall of ' 05, much to the relief of hipsters everywhere. Bringing together an almost obscene amount of musical experience from all points of rock n' roll, these fellers aren't afraid to get it in your eyes, ears, nose and throat. I mean let's face it, without the smoking dual guitars of Mike and Rob trading off licks and leads, where will the kids turn for advice? Maybe hard drugs; maybe emo or maybe even worse. I don't even want to imagine a landscape void of Mr. Whitfield's enchanting and virile godlike vocals - I simply refuse. As for Tim and Brandon, the most dangerous rhythm section in rock n' roll, who's gonna make their ears bleed and hearts explode? Are you? I sincerely fuckin' doubt it. Young enough to date your sister, but old enough to know better, these boys will be turning up like a bad penny at your local bar, grill or stadium in the near future. Just keep your horns up, your head down and your ass outta our way... So just sit back, relax, and listen to a few of the epic tales available on this website. And please, do yourself a favor, stop touching yourself long enough to join the Cobretti task force. Do it for yourself, do it for your country, do it for the kids. But, whatever you do......please do not hate. That's our job.

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  • author: Scott Slicklen

    If you're a fan of The Hellacopters like I am then you'll love this cd.

  • Remember when rock was just plain old rock?
    author: Peace Dogman / Cardona

    Remember when rock was just plain old rock? You know, back when we didn't have all these confusing and contradictory subcategories, or kids on metal forums choosing sides in the bitter war between death metal and power metal? When did all this unnecessary complexity come from? Where are the bands that play pure rock for the pure fun of it? Well apparently, the answer is Frisco, the home of COBRETTI. Their latest album, "Violation Guaranteed", is the answer to what AC/DC would be doing if they still had the vigor and passion they used to.

  • Chaos Realm Review 5/07
    author: Chaos Realm : Ray D

    COBRETTI - "Violation Guaranteed" CD '07 (Wondertaker, US) - Sit down with me now, my children & let me take you back to a time...a wonderful time, so long ago. It was a time when bands came rampaging down from the mountains, guitars held high in hand, riding on banks of amps that would reach to the sky. They were there for one reason & one reason alone, and the villages they approached would fear their very name. For it was rawk for the sake of rawk, loud to be louder than all else and a good & proper ass-kicking because...well, just because. There were no ulterior motives, no political agendas, no moral high-ground to be preached. In fact, the moral low-ground was to be given way more than the fleeting glimpse! There was beer to be drunk, women to be conquered, beer to be conquered and women to be drunk. Names like Riot, Moxy and Thin Lizzy were bandied about and toasted...then toasted again...and again. Amps were turned to 11 and each band had two (that's two!) guitarists and they both could play lead like muthafuckers with their axe slouched on the thigh of their tight jeans, cigarette stuck on the headstock. Women loved 'em and screwed 'em with wild abandon &, shit, let's not even get into the lead singers! This was the time of our lives. Well, the time of our lives is back and brother, is it back in spades thanks to this Godsend, this sacred host of manna that's just been dropped on our heads by San Francisco's COBRETTI. The fact is, I knew this was gonna be good as soon as the package fell out of the mailbox. There are some labels whereupon seeing their return address I fear the worst. Others warn of a boredom attack to rival the new Trouble album. And yet...there are a precious few that cause me to run, carefully handling the package until I can place it in a lead containment vessel before the detonation. Wondertaker is one of those. Peter Gammons knows baseball, Mike Ditka knows football & Sluggo knows the rawk. Still, this here COBRETTI sucker is making me think I can wait for that new Dirty Power disc anyway (also to be on Wondertaker!). What can I tell you about this beer-stained, sex-tinged, overdriven maximum riff fest that my intro already hasn't? Robert Vastano (left hand guitars) & Mike Baptista (right hand guitars - does that rule or what?) have your number and you are first on their freaking hit list. Now, don't get me wrong, I want you to listen to this album in it's proper running order but I want you to do this for me, ok? I care about you. So, I want you to duck when track 4, "White Lightning" starts. Why? Because if not, you're gonna die. If this song doesn't have the hottest, most kick-ass opening since Riot's "Hot For Love," I want you to tell me what does. Mike's lead here is as incendiary as it gets. The way these 2 guys play together is pure fucking magic, baby! The thing is, their riffs are so simple and yet they are as captivating & catchy as a cage full of high-class hookers dropped into a monestary. And, once again, their leads are short & to the point but what leads they are. Angus, you listening? Every great solo you haven't done since "Back In Black" is here to the 10th power. Also, let me introduce you to singer Tim Whitfield. No operatic screeching here, my man, just a mid-ranged voice & a half that spells danger, cops are on the way but we're gettin' the hell out of here, so grab the beer & the chicks. That kinda voice. And the lyrics. You won't be finding Shakespeare here & nor should you. Instead, how about the following: "Shit outta luck without a pot to piss in, I just bought some love....Down on my knees, lookin' for Jesus. No use in cryin' when you've hit rock bottom, hung out to dry 'cause I just bought some love." Yeah man. I can't leave without also giving proper kudos to bassist Brandon Zych & stickman Tim E. Delicious (of course!). Every single song on this CD just rawks like a Hustler convention on a 20 foot cabin cruiser and that ain't no shinola. Seriously, kiddies, some things occasionally touch the rawk, some feel the rawk. This IS the RAWK. The Unicorn rides again! NOTE: Read the full-scale interview with COBRETTI on the Chaos Realm site now & find out why these guys are just as crazy & ass-kicking as you & I. Just go to the CHAOS REALM interview link at the bottom of this page & click to find these

  • uglier than thou big beat rock n roll
    author: Rockfest Underground A&R Report Todd West

    Well, I had quit drinking for a while before I got this disc, but damned if this hell-bent, messed up, uglier than thou big beat rock n roll didn't just make me fall off the wagon, I burnt the damned thing to the ground and danced in the ashes! There's nothing pretty about Cobretti, more like an infected switch blade wound, too loud in places, distorted bass drums, yelled Iggy-style uncomprehensible lyrics grating over loose double guitars with too much midrange. Somehow it all works, like the 'ol libido that somehow finds it's way back to top performer after so many nights of nothing, all of a sudden it's loud, it's wild, and you're grinnin' like a maddog, cause the boy's done good when they all predicted failure. The rave up blast of "Bender" says it all, they give way to the follow-up "White Lightning" where that next hit begins to take your mind. Cobretti is a real rock n roll band, they aren't singing about losing the girl, they're singing about baggin' her, and celebrating the rough lifestyle that will eventually kill them, and make them legends in the same. A few spots I'll be damed if I don't hear some early Alice Cooper psuedo-psychedelic garage flailings going' on, but it won't be long before that garage gets all toasted with southern style debauchery that propelled great bands like Hatchet and Skynrd into rock stardom (listen to Midnight Cowboy and Bought Some Luv). Remember though, before you kill that last shot of black jack, this here's a Cali-forn-i-a band, so even though you got the motor-city footprint on songs like "Killin' Me", and upper east coast sassy - "Full Service" - think vintage Kiss circa Dressed To Kill - that damned west coast madness comes through, plastering your ears with the sonic assault that place seems to bring out in full force, no matter where the various parts come from, as Cobretti slams out the last two numbers "Taste The Freedom" and "Outta My Way", like G&R when they were worth a shit, oh so long ago. Turn it up and trash it!

  • Cobretti is balls-out, take no prisoners. Pure fuckin' rock.
    author: Corazine Author: Upchuck Undergrind

    Cobretti's "Violation Guaranteed" offers up a whiskey-drenched chunk of sexy, sweaty rock and roll sure to spike the testosterone in listeners as they encounter the testosterone spraying from the speaker while Cobretti plays. Whew! Just a tinge of metal informs the riffage while some stoner and good old hard rock offer their flavors to the mix. Cobretti is balls-out, take no prisoners. Pure fuckin' rock.

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