There are rock and roll bands and there are powerhouses like Nashville, TN’s recently resuscitated Hans Condor that drag the aforementioned out into the alley behind the club at the end of the night. Not many can pull off calling their debut Sweat, Piss, Jizz & Blood, but Hans Condor did it back in 2010 with equal parts fury and bravado. Ten songs in thirty minutes chock full of careening rhythms, gristly bass lines, and guitar moves greasier than the skillet at Wendell Smith’s . . .
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