Loaded with equal parts glitter and sleaze,  Crash Street Kids mark their return to the scene with an unabashedly filthy record called Sweet Creatures. Unusual in this day and age, the Kids are extraordinarily prolific, having released three  critically acclaimed concept albums in just 3 years, capped recently by their most recent opus, the blistering-hot double live record, ‘Live: From The Waist Down.’
Fans and critics alike were eager to know what they would do next. Wisely, the band kept plans for their new album close to the vest.  Would they expand on the “Supersonic Star Show” trilogy or break new ground?  To borrow jargon from their ‘Transatlantic Suicide’ album: The Kid is undeniably dead!
Leaving behind the story line CSK had developed over three albums was surprisingly easy.  As drummer A.D. Adams says, “We feel like a whole new band again…it’s exactly what the doctor ordered.”
“No question that expectations were high following ‘Transatlantic Suicide’, says singer Ryan McKay about trumping 2008’s glittery magnum opus, “…but we thrive on that”.
But don’t, for a minute, think that Sweet Creatures is a big departure from their trademark sound.  The band sounds absolutely devastating on this platter. A “new band” in attitude perhaps, but still carrying the echoes of Bowie, T. Rex and Alice Cooper in their make-up kits.  Veering wildly between foot-stomping glitter rock, to snakey “Exile on Main Street” Stones’ type swagger, to epic Queen-like ballads and back again, Crash Street Kids are truly at the top of their game.
Nor should you think that it’s a run-of-the-mill collection of various songs with no central theme.  That’s right…another concept!
Sweet Creatures tells the story of two runaways that find each other on the street, and form a “Bonnie-and-Clyde” bond. Living together under the dark of night, they learn to survive by any means possible.  In love with the danger, but in debt to their pimp, they blur the line between real love and “love-for-a- living.” Along their journey they encounter all that the city’s underbelly has to offer, including drug pushers, fellow prostitutes, transvestites, and more….
McKay states, “At the end of the day, it’s a love story. Weird and unsettling.  But sometimes that’s what love is.”
Ryan McKay – Lead vocals, Lead and rhythm guitars
Ricky Serrano – Lead and rhythm guitars, backing vocals
Deuce Gregory – Bass, vocals
A.D. Adams – Drums, percussion, backing vocals