detroit7 review by Purple Sky Magazine

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Reviewed by Sarah, Purple Sky Magazine 

I'm sexist when it comes to rock. There, I said it! When Kathy asked me to review a rock (cringe) album from a mostly female (cringe) group, I expected another stereotypically shrill, girly voice that seems to be popular in Japanese music. Begrudgingly, I put my hair up in pigtails, brought out the nail polish, and prepared myself for immature chattering from wimpy gals at a glorified slumber party. 

I'm happy to say that I was grossly unprepared for what was to come.

From the moment the first chord slammed through my speakers on detroit7's self-titled album, I knew they had balls. And not just balls, but the kind of raw, sardonic rock-hard balls that don't come with any hidden agenda of cutesiness or overt sensuality. This is grunge rock with slight blues undertones that only creatures with true rock souls can pull off successfully.

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