The Bloody Hollies
were a Buffalo band with a great name and an armful of shrieking, two-minute grease-punk diatribes on 2003's Fire at Will
, the album that first raised the hackles of trash-rock freaks nationwide. Three-plus years and two albums later, main man Wesley Doyle has relocated to San Diego, recruited a new rhythm section and mixed new shades of abrasive sleaze into the band's palette. Who to Trust, Who to Kill, Who to Love
, the second disc since the big move, can get '70s heavy ("Satanic Satellite"), punk lysergic ("Mona"), pseudo-swampy ("Sad and Lonely," with Doyle's harmonica honking away) or pogo-pissed ("The Rain"). But while the warmer California weather clearly agrees with Doyle, his scabrous vocal yowl remains as bracing as a January wind off of Lake Erie.