Receive Weekly Email and Text Message Updates:
Sign up for latest info on concerts, dining, promotions and more!
Go!

Related Stories ...

Most Popular

Reader's Picks

Top Recommendations

A short list of Phoenix's most popular hot spots.
user content provided by: LikeMe.net & Phoenix New Times

National Features >

  • City Pages

    Michele Bachmann, Unmuzzled

    You don't need to read Sarah Palin's book to hear the ravings of a mad woman.

    By Matt Snyders

  • Miami New Times

    Pimp Daddy

    The rise and fall of a chubby sex-cult leader.

    By Natalie O'Neill

  • Riverfront Times

    Babe 'n' Arms

    Tom was a hot-tempered cross-dresser with a garage full of guns--and then he became Rachel.

    By Nicholas Phillips

  • Dallas Observer

    The Fight for Texas

    Rick Perry and Kay Bailey Hutchison are locked in a battle over the soul of the GOP. They're also running for governor.

    By Sam Merten

The Seatsniffers

Brussels shouts

Share

  • rss

By Benjamin Leatherman

Published on September 08, 2005

Phew, can you smell that? No, we're not talking about the stench of decaying pabulum emanating from the Top 40 charts. This particular pleasing aroma wafting its way into our proboscis originates from across the pond, courtesy of the Seatsniffers, a foursome of Belgian hellcats who specialize in blending all genres of Americana into a seductive bouquet of musical bombast. Backed by thick-ass bass lines, groaning sax, and guitar work heavy on the distortion, these Flemish fiends spew forth a high-energy repertoire encompassing such genres as feverish rockabilly, gut-bustingly fierce surf riffs, and slashes of nasty and dirty blues. Front man Walter Broes tops off this raucous concoction with his viscous voice that's equal dollops of Elvis Presley sneer and George Jones twang. The 'sniffers are on one of their first trips to the States, after blowing out their native continent. But after hearing how they've successfully channeled such past masters as Buddy Guy, Muddy Waters, and the Stray Cats, it sounds like they're already familiar with our country (or at least our musical catalogues).