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Some of the biggest and bottom-heaviest sounds I've ever heard captured on plastic, no joke. "Sick N Tired" benefits from a remarkably low- down and loud chug that perfectly suits the whiskey-fueled blues band churn out. Lyric-wise and aesthetically they're strictly run-of-the-mill but they deserve attention if only for the remarkable tooth-grinding fidelity they have working on their song. i'm convinced, yep. - Maximum Rock n Roll


The Studdogs sound to these ears like a combo platter of The Gun Club's eerie goth-blooze-punk and the ne'er do well heartbreak punk of the Replacements, or Johnny Thunders, with Make-up esque gospel testimony thrown in when you least expect it. - Tucson Weekly


If you get your kicks from punk-ified white trash blues a la Crypt Records, then "The Gospel According to The Studdogs" just might become your favorite new album. It's not the most original rock n roll record I've ever heard: nor is it the most memorable. But its got heart, brother! And its a refreshing alternative to all the bogus overhyped wannabe "garage" shit thats currently in vogue. These guys aren't trying to be rock n roll. They are rock n roll, and they surely have the criminal records and STD's to prove it. Singer Dickie Evans slurs his vocals and sounds like a bona fide degenerate. His band-mates ably back him with a crude, trashy, booze-drenched hellfire onslaught thats sure to please anyone who holds the first Gun Club LP in high regard. Get the picture?
At last you've found the album to listen to when its 2:00 A.M. and you've got nothing better to do than drink Wild Turkey out of the bottle. - Now Wave


The Studdogs sound like absolute victory by way of slurring, Rolling Stones-y garage rock from nowhere in particular (i.e. Orlando). Don't wonder what it is, brother,'cuz its rock an roll, plain and simple, and its so pure in intent and execution that its above reproach or criticism. I mean fuck you, ya know? I dunno what else you need to know about 'em- they sound like goddamn Lanternjack half the time, and from all reports, they act like goddamn Cranford Nix the rest. That's a winner in my book. I can't possibly see anything going wrong while "Gospel" is swaggering and staggering it's way across your ear canal like its uncle owns the joint, so if you wanna get through the week in one piece, pick this fucker up, pronto. - Sleazegrinder


The Studdogs gots it going on in a Crypt style blues punk vein. They shoot it up in ya with three tracks that'll cause that subtle chicken-neck bobbing you do when you're snapping your fingers to something cool. Could be something rattling in your head, could be from the walkman, hell it could just be the everyday street noise that keeps your pace. Either way, its getting ya where ya need to go, so get your ass to the record store already and buy this. - Carbon 14


Literary facility has never been a hallmark of rock n roll, and The Studdogs aren't bucking the trend on this 12 track assault. Opting for the power of rocks nastiness rather than crafting witty turns of phrase. But given that every song on here is about drinkin', rockin', screwin', or being an asshole (or all of the above) and that each of them is delivered at an ear bleeding volume in the briefest amount of time (only one song cracks the three minute mark), who really cares what they're screaming about? The Studdogs are Orlando's most effective distillers of balls out, bottoms up rock mayhem, and this Gospel is prime salvation. - Orlando Weekly


Studdogs- "The Gospel According to?" CD
Thank God that every few years Rock & Roll gets an infusion of Raw Power. Remember how pompous and annoying it had become by the mid 70's? In an attempt to destroy it punk rock managed to save Rock & Roll from itself. While not always as dramatic, subsequent years have brought plenty of adrenaline shots to the rock veins. Recently, bands like The Hives and White Stripes have managed to find an audience with a stripped down swagger that usually spells doom in the over-hyped, over-produced, and over-marketed world of popular music today.
That's why I was so happy to find Orlando's Studdogs. This band seems to GET IT without having to try. Treading the well-worn path of The Stooges, Dead Boys, Stones (when they were still on drugs), and the like, The Studdogs have managed an exciting and uncompromised sound. Too many bands with the same influences miss the point- Reckless Abandon. From the opening track, "sick and Tired, The Studdogs announce that its time to drink, fuck, and fight. The next ten tracks never stray far from the tried and true guitar, bass, drums power riff formula. Well if it aint broke?
One unexpected (and welcome) surprise is the "Dogs clear love of classic old school country music. The final track "He's Got A Woman On His Mind" is a straight shot of redneck slop. It manages to stay sincere and tongue-in-cheek simultaneously. That's a pretty cool trick indeed.
This is a self-produced album, and it shows. Fortunately, production value is a pretty unimportant thing in the Sleaze-Rock universe. Sometimes it can actually be distracting (think of the entire decade called the Eighties). The Studdogs don't let little things like technical proficiency get in the way of the ROCK. This is a beautiful thing that lots of young bands seem to have forgotten. It's been a long time since a new group hit me in the loins so resoundingly and with as much authority as The Studdogs. With just the right combination of riffs and recklessness, this band came up to get down. HIGHLY RECOMMENDED. - Jam Magazine


Discography

Repent The Studdogs are coming - 7" (Mutiny Productions)
Gospel According to the Studdogs- full length (Orange Recordings)

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Bio

You know when you’re like, 18, and you just got laid last night with that one chick from the Walmart that none of your dumb-ass buddies ever thought you’d get close to, and you’re good and buzzed from 4 beers and half a joint you just happened to find lying in the backseat of your Charger, and that honcho mustache you’ve been trying to cultivate all summer is finally growing in, and you’re wearing your favorite t-shirt, the Foghat live 1976 one with the tour dates on the back, and the sun’s fucking shining, and you realize, all of a sudden, that everybody that ever told you different was dead wrong- you ain’t no loser, baby, you are the hi-stepping, top cattin’ cock of the block?

Well, that’s exactly what the Studdogs sound like. Like absolute victory by way of slurring, Rolling Stones-y garage rock from nowhere in particular*. Don’t wonder what it is, brother, ‘cuz it’s rock an roll, plain and simple, and it’s so pure in intent and execution that’s it above reproach or criticism. I mean, fuck you, ya know? I dunno what else you need to know about ‘em- they sound like the goddamn Lanternjack half the time, and from all reports, they act like goddamn Cranford Nix the rest. That’s a winner in my book. I can’t possibly see anything going wrong while “Gospel” is swaggering and staggering it’s way across your ear canal like it’s uncle owns the joint, so if you wanna get through the week in one piece, pick this fucker up, pronto. A band that can toss off brilliant lines like “As long as I’m alive/ I’ll never survive” don’t come around every day, ya know.