Lady Dottie and the Diamonds
Lady Dottie and the Diamonds

Einstein's second theory of relativity states: Coolness, like all matter,
can neither be created nor destroyed. Coolness, simply, is. Lady Dottie
and the Diamonds are that cool. Imagine if Nina Simone had been in Janis
Joplin's place fronting the Full-Tilt Boogie Band in 1968 and you have
Lady Dottie and the Diamonds. This is the real thing, not some phony
Le Tigre vying to be Lacoste. This is not Lenny Kravitz, nor those tepid
Black Crowes. Lady Dottie is the Rolling Stones at their most heroin-soaked
late '70s, early '80s finest. This CD mixes classic R&B with the
Punk sensibility of the early Stooges. As John Waters said to me at
his most recent check-up, "Lady Dottie puts those awful honky Beatles
to shame."
Run, don't walk, to wherever your musical hook-up is and get this album.
Doctor's orders.
Doctor Slurpee, Podiatrist to the Stars
