Cobra Ramone

The music is pretty solid. A bit grimy with a very clean vocal style makes for some rather interesting listening.

Sounds Like: A dirty rock Teegan and Sara. - Alan Cross

"The first bars teased me, then Cobra’s voice hooked me. I had to have Guns Blazing in the film. There was no question. -

How far are you willing to go to meet your hero? If, for instance, we’re talking about Motörhead main man Lemmy Kilmister, Vancouver blues experimenter Cobra Ramone is ready to get down and plant a kiss on the famously moled rock icon’s boots, if given the chance. Or at least that’s what she proposes on “L.E.M.M. Why”, the lusty and loud shout-out that opens her eponymous new LP. It’s arguably the most direct track on the record, from its one-chord chugging verses to the specific target of Ramone’s attention. Elsewhere, lovers, wusses, and all-out bad dudes get the anonymous treatment.

The burly “Wrath Like a City” has Ramone mulling over the fact that she’s been “loving motherfuckers since the day I was born”, though she doles out a warning to D-bags that there’s nothing in the world more powerful than a woman scorned.

While mostly sticking to modern roadhouse blooze, Cobra Ramone can throw its listeners for a loop, like with the stereo-panning electro blips on both “Cobras” and “Guns Blazing”. Extra flourishes like these give the project a little extra bite, just in case those venomous lyrics haven’t already sunk their teeth into you. - The Georgia Straight

"This isn't girl-power rock, or even just a model plastered in front of a rock band (sorry, Emily Haines) - it's just rock. Dirty, bluesy rock. While it's only a quick taste, ("the flood") is a promising start - after just 16 minutes it's obvious that Ramone is on to something. In the immortal words of Bucky Haight: "The way you play … it's yours. Keep it."
- McGill Tribune

"Cobra has one of the best female vocals and this band is a kickass bluesy rock outfit." ~Dan Wolovick, Two Way Monologues - Two Way Monologues

All the emotions and various images that cross your mind as that black ’67 Camaro approaches in the night. Its gnarling engine and the smell of blood thirsty high octane fuel coming from someplace up there. Do you panic or embrace with eager abandon of what is and what is to come.

Based in Vancouver, BC is the living, breathing, gritty Rock N’ Roll version of this very same scenario and her name is Cobra Ramone and she is jacked up on a blend of grit, Jack Daniels, gun powder, love/hate and Lemmy Kilmister. Driving her old soul bluesy Rock to all points Hell Yeah.

Cobra is backed by Trevor Snakedust and Pat Steward, two musicians who use deliberate tenacity and skill as Johnny did in his epic battle against the Devil to save his soul. Replacing the fiddle with organs, guitars and skins to defeat their adversaries; not sending them packing but keeping them close for perhaps, inspiration. Only this handsome trio knows the truth.

An EP The Flood (2009), A self-titled album (2012) and a new collection on the way I can safely say that it is and will be alright on the sexier, greasier, hard rhythmed side of Rock N’ Roll town. - Global Texan Chronicles