With an instrumental sound that is something akin to Deep Purple meets Motorhead meets Black Mountain meets Black Rebel Motorcycle Club, with a huskier Jim Morrison on vocals, Sisters of Your Sunshine Vapor rocks hard and deep. The Detroit band possesses a heavy glam tread that only barely makes it to this century, much less the incipient teens decade we find ourselves now in, and it is this retro tug that makes it awesome. One does not go lightly into a Sisters of Your Sunshine Vapor listening session. Nay, one boldly ruminates their way into those headphones, after putting on a black t-shirt and a scowl like molasses. And assuming one goes in like such, one will emerge 36.2 minutes later, the length of their recent self-titled album, soul-cleansed from a dip in the spiritual firewater of rock.
Sound like your sort of thing? Got a case of the winter grime that needs blasting away? Well, for our hometown readers, Sisters of Your Sunshine Vapor is temporarily abandoning Detroit to grace our presence with a show at Now That’s Class on Thursday night, followed by a weekend jaunt through New York, D.C., and, uh, Delaware. That’s cool. The Blue Hen knows how to rock.
