REVIEW OF DEBUT CD BY ROCK N ROLL PURGATORY
Cleveland’s own born again bastards blurt out the brimstone blues and banter better than Buchanan brandishing a beer bong and a bible. They bring the big beat down like bricks on a baby, and blow through boredom like bullets bursting from a higher being. The band bangs through lo-fi hymns bent on becoming blessed bottle-throwing anthems bashed out by two men brilliant in their buffoonery. A brain washed is a brain bettered; blemished blood bleeds unfettered. Beezelbub’s bliss is boiling Baptists. “I Banged a Sinner” is beautiful, but the blasphemy that blots out brightness gave birth to “The Ballad of Adam and Eve.” Be done with baneful balderdash and dash back to the bible briskly. - BL
AWARDED "BEST LIVE BAND" BY CLEVELAND SCENE
Every Uncle Scratch show is a rough-and-tumble rockabilly revival. The true believers in the band will do whatever it takes to save your ever-rockin' soul, even if they have to screw you silly to do it. (Give "I Banged a Sinner" a spin, if you think we're making this up.) The band's concerts aren't like most rock shows. For starters, it avoids the usual conventions - like performing on a stage. "Stages are for pussy bands," drummer Brother Ed told Scene. If they play a club like Peabody's, the members of Uncle Scratch are more likely to set up their gear in the hallway outside the men's room. And by "gear," we don't mean traditional instruments. Ed uses an iron milk crate for a cymbal, and he's proven that cardboard boxes make a perfectly adequate bass drum. Brother Ant delivers his vox through a bullhorn, at a volume that could scare the devil out of Linda Blair. It all adds up to more than just a great live show - it's a religious experience.