Drunk Horse may be selling prefab FM classics to traditionally dirtball-averse indie rockers, but the Oakland foursome is sincere about its cock rock, penis pop, and ball boogie. Sincere about the riffs at least, if not the decidedly secondary lyrics. There's nothing untraditional about that, though—Ian Gillan didn't really mean "Space Truckin' ", he just knew those idiotic words were funny and sounded cool. It's true that leader Eli Eckert, not a dynamite frontman but more convincing than... More >>>