You guys rock - excellent rock n roll album - beats the hell outta most of the stuff on the radio and MTV these days.
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Swiss power trio (just like Hellhammer!) Zamarro dragged their cowbells and flash-ass guitars and whiskey bellies all the way to Grunge God Jack Endino’s Seattle studio/drugstore to get that “heavy sound” on this master-blaster, and you know what sound I’m talkin’ about, baby. Big, beefy, arena-wrecking, million dollar, playing-the-chainsaw-with-yr-cock-flapping-in-the-breeze HARD ROCK SUPER ACTION. Most bands don’t have this kind of conviction. Most bands aren’t going to travel, literally, halfway around the globe (probably closer to three-quarters, if ya want to get technical) to get the maximum firepower out of their rock and roll. And, ya know, most bands needn’t bother, anyway. It’s much cheaper to suck at home. But our not-so-young bucks in Zamarro, well, that’s a different story. JE fleshed these three evil sumbitches out double-wide and triple thick, and “Lust in Translation” sounds more like the whole fuckin’ Swiss Navy barreling down on ya, instead of just three AWOL landlubbers. Of course, all the knob twiddling on Heaven and Earth ain’t gonna save you unless you Bring the Rock, and believe me, Zam brought it. With a sound that snatches 70’s heavy rock riffs outta the sky like lightning bolts and beats them into a post-stoner/sleaze groove with a decidedly dark edge, Zamarro very comfortably land in the Valley of the Super Rocker, where they may beat their hairy chests and suck the eyeballs outta phony rock n’ roll’s jive skull with like-minded warriors like Cracktorch (their closest cousins, easy), Dirty Power, Hermano, and, just to be classy about it, the Cult. Easy rolling biker metal, ego-star vox that stare you straight in the eyes, and more cowbell than a Thin Lizzy/BTO tour in 1976 all converge in an orgy of manly rock here. Best of all, the songs are distinctive and catchy, not just mere doped up tone-droners. Me, I like the flash-grunge boogie of “Breakdown” and the slinky motorsleaze of “Faith”, but I’m more than happy to let you pick yr own winners. Ya got plenty to choose from, that’s for sure. 

PS: Speaking of “Lost in Translation”, I dunno what Zamarro means. Bein’ Swiss, mebbe the name means something in their native tongue. Or perhaps they’re just named after a drunken Frenchman’s pronunciation of “Camaro”. Either way, it rolls of the tongue nicely, so let’s hope it translates to something sexy.
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