PRESS SECTION and REVIEWS: (Mostly under old name Stagger Lee!!!!!)
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July 2007
Donna and the lovely ladies from Cap Pas CAp, Fight LIke Apes and Ham Sandwhich appeared on the cover of this weekend's Sunday Tribune Review Supplement. You can read the article here:
April 2007
The debut ep from this new irish based four piece outfit, features bad shoes, misery river and the video for bad shoes, this is some good old style sixties sleazy garage rock, sounds like some great
big dirty mix of the cramps, the kills and the detroit cobras, big sleazy guitar action meets gritty smokey female vocals, damn fine stuff it is too.
- Road Records http://www.roadrecs.com/stock/shopping.php3?start=2
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Saturday 26th August 2006
Written by Liam Tyrrell for Drop-D magazine
http://drop-d.ie/archive/article.asp?article=295
Down to earth with a bang on Saturday, It’s the HUB this time, those boys are amassing quite a collection of my Euros behind their well stocked bar. On the bill this evening are Computer That Breed, Stagger Lee, and Kaplin. The Computers kick us off with their brand of gravel rock. Twisting riffs and blaring melodies, cemented by oddly patterned beats and crawling bass lines that run riot at parts in the set. This band has polished their show into a forty-minute powerhouse, twelve rounds with Tyson may still be more difficult, but the gap is closing. This is easily the loudest and most intense rock experience you’ll find in Dublin these days anyhow and long may it continue, watch out for the at Drop-d’s Rocktober extravaganza in October.
Stagger Lee are a band with poise and grace, a guitarist who plies his trade with raw rage and enthusiasm, a bassist with a set of pins you won’t believe and more than her measure of talent to keep you from looking at them, as drummer with all the energy and power you expect from a rock band and a singer with lungs and deadly as her looks. They punch out the tracks, wailing solos, waltzing lines, catchy melodies, hidden in a haze of sleaze and dirt. There was rock’n’roll; there was sex, now if only I could find out where they hide the drugs. Again a show worth seeing, and a band worth listening to, where so many falter when they play the blues, Stagger Lee rise above it all and produce some fine sounds.
Kaplin finish the bill with guitars, violins, and tales of marital slumber. Reminiscent of Dirty Three, they create a wall of noise and pound it relentlessly into your face. The melodies are soothing though, and the lyrics smart. There’s more to this band than meets the eye. I’ve seen them twice now and familiarity with their work seemed to aid no end in my enjoyment. Worth a listen before a look then, as always, but certainly a welcome and interesting addition to Dublin’s oversubscribed indie scene.
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Stagger Lee
Voodoo Lounge, Dublin
Article written by Johnnie C for SoundsXP Alternative Music webzine
Aug 14, 2006.
So, we roll up to Voodoo for Psycho Fest 2, the second all-dayer of Dublin’s “scariest” bands, as curated by gloriously psychotic gore hounds, The Things. It’s a frighteningly good idea, gathering a gang of like-minded guitar zombies and tragically samey hairstyles for a celebration of all that is gladdening and gruesome in the city’s music scene. The bands may range in quality from the sublime to the walking dead but in the spirit of all that’s unholy, there are few finer gatherings of rock n’ roll ghouls and imbibers of strong, foaming potions.
Before the majority of the crowd are too pie-eyed to care, a hush of anticipation descends like mist in a churchyard with the apparition of Stagger Lee. Two lasses and two lads, fronted by the ice-cool, killer-heeled Donna McCabe, they exude an aloof sexiness onstage before ere a note is played. When High Treason kicks off their set, Benni’s throbbing bass and Grum’s dirty, twisting guitar riffs suddenly animate even the most frigid pelvises in the room. “We don’t suffer fools,” Donna growls sultrily over the insistent rhythm of a thousand lost highway motel rooms, while her demand to “assume the position” on Bad Shoes could only be met with obedience from attentive night stalkers. Anyone who doesn’t gyrate to the glorious 45 is evidently bound for the tomb but there is a respectful and deathly silence for the hot, sticky Misery River; it’s about as steamily erotic as any song gets tonight.
The event’s spooky motif is acknowledged when Donna showers us in tarot cards, while in outrageously bearded drummer Justin, they may even have a genuine werewolf. But Stagger Lee don’t belong in a quagmire of underachieving rock n’ roll bands; their superior, oppressive redolence of jealousy, longing, loss and lust puts a yawning chasm between them and the deathly average.
Click here to read the NME review of Psycho Fest 2 8th July 2006..
