three chords and the truth
2. Damned If You Do
3. Homer J
4. (Just another) Love Song
5. I Wanna Be Loved
6. Rock ‘n’ Roll
7. Jimmy Last Mistake
8. Sick & Twisted
10. Everybody Loves You(When You’re Dead)
Three Chords and the Truth
Review by Mr Ben
“”OK, this isn’t rocket science, but sleazy, melodic, distorted rock’n’roll rarely is. Kitty Hudson grab their listeners by the proverbial throat and shove an extra-large portion of melody in their proverbial face. A first listen gives the impression that there is nothing left to discover, but at the same time it the kind of thing that any lover of an infectious tune will find themselves humming at the bus stop.
In fact, the better songs on this record are virtually impossible to get out of the head once lodged in there: Kitty Hudson endearing simplicity is epitomised by ‘(Just Another) Love Song’, which in a better world would make a top-10 hit. If life was a rock’n’roll musical, this would be on the soundtrack: imagine the Munchkinland sequence of The Wizard of Oz with greasy bikers and glammed up rock stars instead of singing midgets. Actually, keep the midgets in there for good measure, because the kind of world depicted by Kitty Hudson is one big party where everyone invited.
Sadly, the second half of this record loses direction slightly: perhaps the formula becomes repetitive, lacking the inventiveness that makes similar acts such as the B-Movie Heroes and American Heartbreak more consistently successful. Nevertheless, if the brilliance of the first five songs were repeated in the second half, this would be a killer album.
It perfect music to stick on while getting drunk before a night out – it makes you want to have fun, to jump around. Make sure you catch them live some time soon. I probably won’t be there, because this sort of thing could well make me go insane if I experienced it live, and that a risk I’m not prepared to take.””
Review by Holliy
“”This record has proven nigh-on impossible to review. Because on the one hand there a hell of a lot of stuff about it which is right: it has the in-yer-face loudness of early Guns’n’Roses with the punk leanings of the Ramones, and jagged, jolting guitars on songs about girls, car crashes and Friday nights. It got a healthy level of contempt: the song title ‘Everybody Loves You (When You’re Dead)’ being a case in point. That has to go on my list of contenders for ‘best song title of the year’. Moments such as the shout of “”Guitar Boy!”” just before the solo are absolutely ace and the best moments of the record are the ones like that, where you get the feeling they got carried away with the joy of making a loud-noise overblown rock album. And yet I just can’t love this album like I want to because it too overproduced. When it comes to rock’n’roll excess of the type which this album verges on, the sound should to my mind be a raw one. But this album is excessively slick, and an immediacy the record might otherwise have had for me suffers from it. You just don’t get a sense of spontaneity from something this polished because it impossible not to be forced into a constant awareness that the sound has been cleaned up.””
Review by Mark Barton
“”Debut album from Kitty Hudson who on the evidence of this 10 tracker will soon be causing radio meltdown on a national scale. ‘Three chords and the truth’ lives up to it title, a no nonsense white hot burst of undiluted exuberance: short, trashy, rowdy and very much straight to the point.
Sleazy with the kind of decadence attributed to mid 70 punk bands but decked out with an edgy glam skin, Kitty Hudson exude a sense of the tarty punk by numbers attitude that was so perfectly captured by very early Manic Street Preachers, add to that mix the cheap swagger and arrogance of the much missed Birdland and Sub Pop finest the Black Halos and lashings of drug chic via the New York Dolls and the Heartbreakers. Kitty Hudson don’t hide behind cheap gimmicks, they don’t do jumping on band wagons in fact they’ve ransacked the bugger, stripped it of anything worthwhile and sold the rest for scrap, they don’t pretend to be the future of rock ‘n’ roll or make glib gestures, their aim is just to make as much noise in the name of rock ‘n’ roll as is possible.
From the welcoming fuzzed out speed enhanced opener ‘MIA’ the Hudson kids run riot with their anthemic exuberance and it hard to resist the infectious hooks and twists that this lot manage to muster, vocalist Bennett vocals sounding like a youthfully gruffed Billy Idol aligned to melodies that are cut straight from the quick fix manual of summer hued punk pop. What adds to the addiction is that Kitty Hudson seemingly deliver up unfussy prickly rock with such casual ease, hedonistic and cheap but it works to perfection. Take for instance ick and Twisted’, if 1977 and all that had maintained it vice like grip on the industry as a whole instead of being utilised as a means to momentarily shaking the foundations of pop with it short sharp shock treatment before returning back to the underground to laugh at it own cleverness, then Kitty Hudson could well be the pouting boy band hanging from every pre pubescent teens bedroom wall, and ick and Twisted’ would be their sugary coated bitter anthemia pill. Equally matching blow for blow is the incendiary blasts of the high octane ‘(Just another) Love Song’, a shamelessly groovy pyrotechnic show all squeezed into a sub three-minute package. Then there the faithfully redrawn back to basics rock ‘n’ roll growl of the Heartbreakers cover ‘I wanna be loved’ replete in all it creeping stutter like dynamics. ‘Three chords and the truth’ is a blistering fun time debut that’ll rattle the foundations and make you smile at its audacious youthful petulance.””
KITTY HUDSON Three Chords And The Truth â€“ decent enough set of Wildhearts fans churning out some unpretentious heads down race you to the end melodic glam punk pop, pretty good at it actually â€“ nothing revolutionary but hey, if you like the simpler side of Ginger and co then you could do worse. Sounds like theyâd probably kick up a storm live down your local pub on a Thursday night opening up for Rachel Stamp. Worth a visit when you have spare moment – www.kittyhudson.net (eh? – web ed.)
Drowned in Sound [site]
This record has proven nigh-on impossible to review. Because on the one hand thereâs a hell of a lot of stuff about it which is right: it has the in-yer-face loudness of early GunsânâRoses with the punk leanings of the Ramones, and jagged, jolting guitars on songs about girls, car crashes and friday nights. Itâs got a healthy level of contempt: the song title ‘Everybody Loves You (When Youâre Dead)’ being a case in point. That has to go on my list of contenders for â€˜best song title of the yearâ. Moments such as the shout of â€œGuitar Boy!â€ just before the solo are absolutely ace and the best moments of the record are the ones like that, where you get the feeling they got carried away with the joy of making a loud-noise overblown rock album.
And yet I just canât love this album like I want to because itâs too overproduced. When it comes to rockânâroll excess of the type which this album verges on, the sound should to my mind be a raw one. But this album is excessively slick, and an immediacy the record might otherwise have had for me suffers from it. You just donât get a sense of spontaneity from something this polished because itâs impossible not to be forced into a constant awareness that the sound has been cleaned up.
Kitty Hudson – Three chords and the truth
Soon to jet off to the Far East where they have secured an album deal with Chinaâs biggest record company, Kitty Hudson are making fast progress in the fickle UK music scene. Although still a mere six months old, the band have already been receiving accolades from fanzines and established magazines such as Drowned in Sound and Metal Hammer. Total Rock FM describes them as â€˜The most dangerous band in the worldâ. Nuff said.
Well, not quite â€“ thereâs a review to be written.
One might accuse Kitty Husdon of following the â€˜quantity, not quality pathâ, as this is the first of three albums which the band aims to release before the end of 2003. This simply isnât the case â€“ this is really good stuff.
â€˜Three Chords and the Truthâ was recorded in 5 days in the long, cold late summer of 2002, and this 10 track affair sees the Wildhearts (ask your older brother) and the New York Dolls (ask your Dad) getting into a fight, making up, and then making beautiful music together.
The first two tracks â€˜M.I.Aâ and â€˜Damned If You Doâ are simple, straightforward three minute pop-rock songs. Even though you wouldnât think you would remember them for more than five minutes after theyâve finished, youâll be humming them for days to come.
â€˜Homer Jâ is the first track that makes things really interestingâ€¦ simply for the inclusion of Lionel Blair in the lyrics. That man does need recognition for all of his work in showbusiness, and Kitty Hudson are happy to namecheck him. Aside from that loose praise, the song itself is brilliant and is undoubtedly a live favourite at gigs.
After another couple of chugging riff-filled numbers, and a faithful rendition of the New York Dollsâ â€˜I Wanna Be Lovedâ, comes â€˜Jimmyâs Last Mistakeâ. Kicking off with a fantastic riff and rolling drums, this has grown into a particular favourite of mine â€“ itâs made it onto my current compilation tape, and thatâs praise indeed â€“ and is this albumâs crowning glory.
To be honest, all of the songs on the album are good at worstâ€¦ some are excellent; â€˜Jimmyâs Last Mistakeâ is outstanding. For a price of an import single by a â€˜Superstar DJâ, you could pick up an album of 10 thoughtfully-crafted rock songs by proper musicians who actually deserve praise.
Are you still here?
Album rating (out of 5): *****
review by ben_urge
Kitty Hudson â€“ 3 Chords and the Truth.
So we all know that Britney Spears loves Rock n Roll, right? Well in which case she’d kill to see Kitty Hudson. These guys are sleazy glam rock n rollers of the highest order.
The 4 piece from rocking Soho recorded â€˜three chords and the truthâ at â€˜Superlavaâ Studios in London in September 02, and since have been busy boys and as well as some high profile gigs with bands like Tuuli, have managed to write some more tracks and have confirmed a tour in China.
Not impressed yet? Then get onto their site and download any of their tracks, which all have the same seedy rock n roll good time feel to them, particularly MIA, Homer J, (just another) Love Song and Everybody Loves You (when your dead) would have qualified as singles releases.
The band have the feel of a bunch of lads who play because they hadnât thought of doing anything else, rock and roll comes naturally to them and their more than happy to offer the alternative from pop rival idol types, Avril and the manufactured Busted types. Theyâll rock on regardless and youâll know them by the trail of smashed TVâs, knackered female roadies and Jack Daniels bottles.
Living the clichÃ© that we all want to, I present Kitty Hudson.
Take their advice and â€œkill yourself with rock n rollâ€ by checking them out on the Glamage CD or on their website www.kittyhudson.co.uk
Kitty Hudson – Three Chords and the truth
Plundering the crumbling vaults of rockânâroll magpie-like for tips from the glitteriest, shiniest star Kitty Hudson are, in their eyeliner and Manics-esque customised â€˜place guitar hereâ shirts eclectically collecting rock-culture sluts.
Taking in Glam guitar solos, rockânâroll riffs, punk power, glitter-pop sparkle, new garage grit, a trendy Cheap Trick nod on â€˜Homer J.â and NY Dolls cover this is an excitingly varied pop-cultural scrapbook of a first album.
A set off painfully unfashionable, top-rate Glam-punk choruses offset by occasional and surprising nods to the current garage revival and catty tongue-in-cheek punk attitude (â€˜RockânâRoll suggest to musical hopefuls â€˜kill yourself for rockânârollâ while the cliched â€˜Love Songâ is craftily pre-texted â€˜(Just Another)â make Kitty Hudson a chameleon like creature, infuriatingly hard to pin down nad yet sure to charm you in one of her gaudy guises.
Alison B, Bubblegum Slut Issue 10. [site]
Drawled lyrics. Rockânâroll swagger. Well-applied eyeliner. Those are just some of the things Kitty Hudson make me think about. With the frenetic energy of early Manic Street Preachers, Kitty Hudson are coming out of the South London suburbs so rockânâroll they even have a song called RockânâRoll.
Kitty Hudson arenât original, but they do what they do with energy and style, and thatâs all you can ask really. Charismatic front man Richie is just the sort of singer that all the female fans want to be, and the male ones want to sleep with.
Formed only last April as a reaction against the manufactured nature of pop, Kitty Hudson sound like they are on a mission to bring loud music to The Kids everywhere. Theyâre a band designed for loving with the intensity that only comes with being a teenager. Iâm sure wherever they go thereâs a party.
Though this album has a good go at capturing the essence of Kitty Hudson Iâm sure that it is live that these boys really shine. They manage to sound simultaneously contemporary and retro, which is a pretty neat trick. With 70s-influenced rock seemingly back in fashion, South Londonâs Kitty Hudson can easily keep up with The Strokes, The Datsuns and The White Stripes.
They have captured the glories of rockâs past, now weâll have to see what they do with rockâs future. 4/5
review by Stuart Moses
DROWNED IN SOUND
“”sleazy, melodic, distorted rock’n’roll””… “”Kitty Hudson grab their listeners by the proverbial throat and shove an extra-large portion of melody in their proverbial face””… “”Impossible to get out of the head””… “”If life was a rock’n’roll musical, this would be on the soundtrack””… “”a killer album””… “”It perfect music to stick on while getting drunk before a night out””… “”this sort of thing could well make me go insane if I experienced it live””…4/5
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Kitty Hudson – three chords and the truth
I love this album. And make no apologies for it.
Even to the people around me who haved lived with it on an almost constant loop, since the melodic mutha made it way into my sweaty little hands ‘three chords and the truth’ is fresh in it taste, and as non-apologetic as i am in it snarling NY punk vibe – as tipified in the brawling ‘CXR’, with it ‘Hey-ho’ homage to the late great Ramones
Let go, indeed
Even Johnny Thunders pogos back to life to join in the party during the Kitties storming (sic!) version of ‘I wanna be loved’
Three chords are all that is needed, and the truth is an album of slick rawness, suitable for all palettes, with the potential to x-pose the felinic ones to the world, as they scratch commercial venom to rid us of fake pap pop forever. Something i’d like to see, for sure.
Help the cause – and yourself. You won’t regret it ‘Nuff said
review by lice’
Kitty Hudson – Three Chords and the truth
“”Stereophonics with balls”” is the conclusion I came to, upon hearing this debut CD from new London retrobates Kitty Hudson.
A loose punk rock style combines with well-crafted three minute stompers to form a pleasing whole, which will satisfy more than just the sk8ters and metal kids.
And that is The Truth “