Krayola Kids – Krayola Kids Album Review (2017)
Alright, let’s cut the crap. If you’re into Glam Rock with a punch of Hard Rock swagger, Krayola Kids by Krayola Kids is worth your time. Released under FnA Records in 2017, this US-based band delivers an album that feels like it rolled straight outta some neon-lit dive bar where everyone’s wearing leather and eyeliner. The lineup? Solid as hell: Krayola Kelly on vocals, Pepsi Pop shredding guitar, Holly Daze holding down bass, and Tommi Tune smashing drums. No frills here—just raw rock energy.
First off, track two, “Sky Blue,” slaps hard. It’s got this driving rhythm that grabs you by the throat and doesn’t let go. Kelly’s voice cuts through like a knife while Pepsi Pop lays down these riffs so sharp they could slice steel. The chorus sticks to your brain like gum on a hot sidewalk—you’ll be humming it for days whether you want to or not. And damn, those harmonies? They’re tight enough to choke a python. This song screams attitude and makes you wanna crank up the volume till your neighbors hate you.
Then there’s “Bitches n Ladies.” Yeah, I said it. Don’t get all offended; this tune owns its trashy charm. It’s sleazy, loud, and unapologetic—the kind of anthem you blast when you need to remind yourself how badass you are. Holly Daze’s basslines thump like a heartbeat on steroids, and Tommi Tune’s drumming hits harder than your ex ever did. There’s no pretense here, just pure rock ‘n’ roll catharsis. You can practically smell the cheap whiskey and cigarette smoke wafting off this one.
Other tracks like “Sweet Pea” and “Don’t Be A Fake” keep the momentum going, but honestly, it’s the live version of “Circus Comes to Town” that really shows what this band’s made of. Raw, gritty, and full of piss and vinegar, it proves Krayola Kids isn’t just another studio creation—they can bring it live too.
Now, if I gotta nitpick, some songs feel repetitive after a while. But hey, who cares? This ain’t about reinventing the wheel—it’s about kicking ass and having fun doing it.
Here’s the kicker though: listening to this album feels like stepping back into the '90s without being corny about it. Like, imagine hair metal met punk rock at a truck stop diner somewhere outside Vegas—that’s Krayola Kids. Weirdly nostalgic yet totally fresh. Or maybe it’s just nostalgia filtered through a hangover. Either way, it works.
Final thought? Screw subtlety—this record punches you in the face and dares you to hit back. And honestly? That’s exactly why you’ll love it.
They could have had a career today making halfway decent money touring clubs now and making albums. If they would have established themselves.