A forgotten gem…
Sea Hags were a sleaze rock band formed in 1985, who went on to release only one album, the self-titled, Mike Clink produced effort from 1989, before disbanding amid rumours of excessive drug use and poor band management.
Sadly, bass player Chris Slosshardt passed away from pneumonia in 1991, putting an end to the possibility of a reformation. Drummer, Adam Maples, became the drummer in Guns ‘n’ Roses for a short time before being replaced by Matt Sorum, and lead guitarist, Frank Wilsey worked with Stephen Pearcy in a couple of short lived projects, but ultimately nothing came of any of the members of Sea Hags.
Which is a great shame, because the self titled album is a great listen. Certainly a product of its time, but not sounding the least bit dated as I listen to it now.
Half the Way Valley is a sleazy rocker that will certainly call L.A Guns and Hanoi Rocks to mind, while Doghouse is a rollicking good time, as it tells the story of a “boy who wound up in jail”.
Too Much T-Bone is rooted in the blues, and features some stellar, but understated, lead guitar work, that gives us a hint of how huge Sea Hags could have been (maybe a name change would have helped a little too?)
Someday hovers around power ballad territory, without fully taking the plunge. The chorus is very basic, and very repetitive, but with a little more studio polish it could have been massive in its day.
Back to the Grind is one of the highlights of the album. More great lead work, along with a vocal performance that puts me in mind of Alice Cooper circa Trash. Bunkbed Creek is a dark and moody instrumental piece, that does great things to break up the album a little, while showcasing the musicianship at the same time.
For In the Mood For Love, Sea Hags return to the blues swagger of Too Much T Bone, and it’s a style that really works for them. Miss Fortune is ok, but All the Time on the other hand, is an absolute ripper that ticks all the boxes.
Threes A Charm has a far more punk rock feel than anything else on offer here. It gives off the feeling of a band that’s ready to fight, even if the lyrical content is the opposite. Under the Night Stars is the closer, and it’s a chugging, sleazy slab of greatness.
I first discovered this album around five years ago by pure accident, and it’s become somewhat of a “go to” for me in that time. Underproduced to perfection by Mike Clink, adding to the rawness and sleaze factor that the music requires, other than on Someday, where a little cleaner sound wouldn’t have gone astray.
I definitely recommend you check it out, on vinyl if possible, because that artwork looks awesome as a 12” cover!
Written by Shayne McGowan