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Ten Albums That Didn't Suck in 2003
Almost a full ten years after America has gotten over it's Seattle-fixation, Camarosmith came back with a definitive Washington State, Northwest rawk and roll album that just pummeled listeners. Camarosmith combined stoner sludge with Motorhead intensity. Most of all, the songs on this disc had a swagger to them, something not heard with such intensity since Motorhead's better days or the Detroit punk of the MC5 and the Stooges. With a Jack Endino's perfect ear for production only adding to the power, this disc was as about as good a rock album as you could find in 2003.

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Camarosmith - Arena Rock Gods
Coming into this year's LA Shakedown, I thought that I had a mental list of all the bands that I really wanted to see. I saw a name on the bill, Camarosmith, and thought the name sounded cool, and I would check them out. A little while before the band went on, I heard someone in the crowd mention that the band included ex-members of one of my favorite bands, Zeke. When Camarosmith took the stage, it was like they owned the entire show. The belted out their own style of rock and roll, and got the crowd moving like few bands at the Shakedown could. Camarosmith is shaping up to be one of the biggest underground rock acts to come along in a long time, and I highly recommend that you see them play live every chance that you get.

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SPEEDDEALER/CAMAROSMITH/THE HANGMEN
9/28/02 15TH STREET TAVERN - DENVER - Camarosmith hit the stage, five burly thugs with a wall of rock and roll, and proceeded to tear the shit out of the place. With Donny Paycheck manning the kit in the back, the two guitar players, the bassist, and the singer all stood their ground at the front of the stage, pummeling the Mile High crowd with one shotgun blast after another. Ben, the lead singer, stands an imposing 6'3" and was reminiscent of James Hetfield, growling and howling into the microphone. Straight-up high-octane rock and roll is Camarosmith's business, and their business is good.

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Camarosmith puts on a high energy show, with non stop hook laden, adrenaline fuzzed rock and roll, never letting up except to smack you in the face with another monster riff and vocal swagger. If you are tired of bullshit music with a bunch of lazy depressed anorexic people whining about life, come down to see a Camarosmith show, and get thrown back to the good times with lights, smoke, bell bottoms and ripping rock!!

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Great jumpin' Jehosafat!!!! Wow-eeee!!! This is the real McCoy, brother! One goddam gnarly saw-toothed m-&-f-er of an album that'll give you a nice ass-whoopin' if you want one! This band is here to open the floodgates at track one, push the throttle all the way to the RAWK floor and not let it up a smidge till the end of the line. From the dirty, nasty opening riffs of "It's Alright," this is strictly maximum rock action, the guitars of Chris Johnsen & Pat "F*ckin" Brown dueling like rusty switchblades as Ben "Devil" Rew's "tell you what I'm gonna do" throat testifies to the lord of git-down. All the while, Donny Paycheck's drums & Jeff "Sweet Potato Jackson" Matz's bass are putting down a groove so thick & meaty, you'll have the bar-b-que sauce a-pourin'. Listen to stuff like "714," "Motorgun" & "Sellout," in-your-face & yet so damn catchy you'll be singing them in your sleep. The icing on the cake? How 'bout the cool little Iommi-ish "This Need" or the album cover itself, a stunning God-like take on the front of a certain text called "Sabotage." This rules and it rules hard and if you don't own it, you don't know how to rock. BUY OR DIE!!!

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If you like your rock n' roll dirty, sludgy, over the top and just jam packed with heavy monster riffs, then this is the disc you have been waiting for. There has been a big buzz surrounding this band. Think for a minute, the might of KISS, the early sludge of Soundgarden, the fuzz guitar antics of Black Sabbath, the uncontrollable mayhem of late period Black Flag and just a plain old bad attitude make this the next superstar group. Hell, bands like Fu Manchu and Nebula come across sounding like saccharine coated boy bands akin to the likes of N'Sync and the Backstreet Boys. This stuff is heavy man. Really heavy. The band takes no prisoners in its assault resulting in a hurricane of pure rawk desolation. It really is that good. Get this before it explodes. Volatile my friend, just volatile…

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Enter CAMAROSMITH. While I'm not well-read on the bands origins, one thing I do know is they stomp ass! Imagine if you could melt down your MC5, Soundgarden and Hellacopters CD's, and flair em out with some space dust. Out of rocks' body shop would come CAMAROSMITH, one part punk, one part "Louder Than Love" and one part desert. If you're into Soundgarden, Hellacopters and Grand Magus, jump in, turn up and punch it!

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A killer, retro-groove classic rock masterpiece that needs to be purchased by every adult and adolescent homo sapien on the planet rapidly.

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Overall, it's a pretty-damn-near-perfect rawk album and in the fine tradition of Northwest bands that, pound-for-pound, could crush most outfits from LA or New York.

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I'm so jazzed about this record - it contains the holy trinity of hard rock... "It's Alright", "S.O.S" and "714". Three songs of the highest caliber, soundtracks to drinking Bud tall boys, going to the hardware store for brand spankin' new tools, smoking angel dust and shooting cops. Maybe not so much the latter two, but for sure the first two. Man-rawk that walks the line between AC/DC, Metallica, Louder Than Love/Badmotorfinger-era Soundgarden, Detroit rock fumes from it's sordid-yet-glorious past and Satan.

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The full-throttle, Soundgarden-style grinds of Seattle's Camarosmith are dramatic and drunk with power.

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Dude, they rock.