On Sen Mord Les Dents by Gunshot: A Rockabilly Punch Straight from France
Man, oh man, where do I even start with On Sen Mord Les Dents? This 2002 gem from the French rockabilly crew Gunshot is one of those albums that sneaks up on you. It’s raw, unfiltered, and dripping with attitude—like someone handed a bottle of whiskey to a jukebox and said, “Make it happen.” Self-released under their own label (because who needs gatekeepers when you’ve got this much swagger?), it’s an album that doesn’t try too hard but still knocks your socks off.
Let’s talk tracks for a sec. First up, there’s Summertime Blues. Oh, buddy, this cover hits different. You know how some bands just phone it in when they redo a classic? Not these guys. They take Eddie Cochran’s timeless anthem and crank it up about ten notches. The guitar riffs are sharp enough to cut glass, and the vocals have this gruff edge like the singer's been chewing gravel all morning. When that chorus kicks in, you can almost feel the summer heat pressing down on you. It’s messy, loud, and absolutely unforgettable. If this track doesn’t make you wanna grab a leather jacket and hop on a motorcycle, check your pulse—you might be dead.
Then there’s Tutti Frutti. Holy smokes, this one slaps HARD. Little Richard would probably raise an eyebrow and say, “Damn, y’all went full throttle!” Gunshot takes the original energy and cranks it into overdrive. The drums hit like thunderclaps, and the piano somehow feels both chaotic and perfectly in control. By the time the whole thing explodes into a frenzy of hollers and wild solos, you’re left breathless. Honestly, I think my neighbors called the cops after I played this three times in a row. Worth it.
The rest of the album keeps the party going strong. Tracks like Long Tall Sally / Whole Lotta Shakin’ Goin’ On / Hound Dog mash together iconic tunes into a whirlwind of pure adrenaline. And don’t get me started on Sea Cruise—it’s smooth as hell until it suddenly isn’t, flipping between chill vibes and rip-roaring rockabilly chaos. Every song here feels like a love letter to the golden age of rock ‘n’ roll, but with Gunshot’s signature French twist.
What really sticks with me about On Sen Mord Les Dents is how unapologetically itself it is. There’s no pretense, no trying to reinvent the wheel—it’s just good old-fashioned rockabilly done right. Listening to it feels like hanging out at a dive bar where everyone knows the words to every song, even if they’re screaming them slightly off-key.
Here’s the kicker though—this album came out in 2002, a time when most people were busy losing their minds over nu-metal or whatever. Meanwhile, Gunshot was out here reminding us what real rebellion sounds like. Maybe that’s why it feels so special—it didn’t follow trends; it carved its own path. So next time you’re feeling bored with modern music, throw this bad boy on. Trust me, it’ll wake you up faster than a double espresso shot laced with moonshine.
Oh, and fun fact: I once saw someone attempt to breakdance during Dirty, Dirty, Dirty at a house party. Let’s just say it ended with a sprained ankle and a lot of laughter.
