Waiting for the Wool


How brutally overconfident do you have to be to name your band Soggy? These French freaks come to NWOBHM power-riffing by way of an advanced Stooges fixation, complete with rubberized, writhing, and shirtless frontman. If rock and roll is really about shoes and haircuts (as David Lee Roth claims), then Soggy are true rulers, judging by this 1981 clip from French TV. Messiah Marcolin — eat your heart out.

Thanks Brian Turner!



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