DANKO JONES, 1996: “I got a white Cadillac …I keep the back seat for lovin’”
DANKO JONES, 2010: “I can screw your girl in the back of my Cadillac”
Based on the evidence above, you might conclude that DANKO JONES hasn’t changed at all over the past decade. But the truth is, DANKO JONES has come a long way in the years since first rearing his fedora-covered head in 1996 — and we’re not just talking about all the frequent-flyer points he racks up touring all corners of the world.
Twelve years ago, DANKO JONES was a hungry lion trying to break free of Toronto’s stagnant indie-rock scene. Today, he’s a well-fed beast who routinely shares arena stages with the likes of Axl Rose and Lemmy Kilmister. He’s a top charting artist in Europe and he’s added the titles of “Spoken Word Artist,” “Music- magazine Columnist” and “Internationally Syndicated Radio Host” to his formidable list of aliases (The Mango Kid, Dr. Evening, The Brown Panther).
And he’s accomplished all that by staying true to a simple credo: don’t fuck with the formula — in this case, Danko’s Thick Lizzy riffs, JC’s bruising, post-hardcore basslines and drummer Dan Cornelius’ craterous stomp, which form the swaggering soundtrack to Danko’s inimitable, unflinching dispatches from the frontlines of the war of the sexes. So long as guys keep thinking with their dicks instead of their heads and so long as beautiful women have the power to reduce men to drooling, deviant, irrational idiots, DANKO JONES records will continue to sound like DANKO JONES records. And we all know none of that is going to change anytime soon.