“Never Mind The Bullets: Brooklyn’s Unknown Rock-stars”
By Ky DiGregorio
It’s half past 7:00pm and Brooklyn glam punk band Love Bullet is lounging around my apartment following their mid-day show on Governors Island. We left the festival, Punk Island, at the same time, but somehow the band showed up at my place two hours after I did. Call it a testament to what Love Bullet is all about: winging it. At all costs.
“We’re not a punk band,” says the group’s lead guitarist, and the rest of the guys agree. “Cause we’re not all ‘politics this, politics that, fuck the world!’,” he explains.
Styles, lead singer of Love Bullet, chimes in next. “And we’re not a rock n’ roll band… We’d like to be, but that would mean having our shit together!”
I’d almost expect them to say “we don’t put labels on our music”, but that’s a little too 80’s new wave, and none of these guys have Duran Duran haircuts. No, Love Bullet is just infected with a highly contagious case of Ramones Syndrome – a lot of fist fighting, boredom, and glue sniffing to fuel their “no labels” policy.
It looks that way, at least. Continue reading
