The Gun Club: Miami
j. poet, Creem, February 1983
THE GUN CLUB plays for keeps. Their songs crackle like dry corpse skin turning to parchment under the caress of a rattlesnake belly. Jeffrey Lee Pierce, Gun Club's leader and songwriter, is a Texan, and the hollow wind of the prairie echos painfully through his tortured, shrieking vocals. When he sings you can almost feel an eroding riverbed beneath your feet and sense the frenzy of a man about to collapse like some sun-baked sharecropper's shack after running too long and too hard to escape from a terror he doesn't quite realize is being carried within the confines of his own wounded heart.
Total word count of piece: 326
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