Rock & roll at its best is raucous, bawdy, fraught, relentless, flecked with sex, covered in bravado and – especially – charged with a rapaciousness that knows no satiation. It is made up of sweat, swagger, hormones and enough party to bring you to your knees, leave you breathless from the moment and slam you with the kind of RHYTHMS that drive you hard and put you up wet. It is the Stones in '69, Skynyrd in full rut, the NY Dolls in total gauntlet toss, Swamp Dogg offering up total destruction to your mi-mi-mind and the cocksure crow of the Toxic Twins pre-rehab. An oeuvre sadly lost, and yet, somehow kept alight by one unwavering band from Tampa, the land of eternal sun, uber-strippers and hedonism on the half shell. The Mojo Gurus know the essence of rock & roll is the vicious laceration of a stinging guitar, the throb of the bass and the pummeling crack of drums pounding without mercy. And under the stewardship of Kevin Steele, a hardcore singer/writer/rocker, the lean 4-piece unravels an uncompromising kind of blues, street, scum and salt that runs hard at the epicenter of a good time, long nights, a bottomless yowl and the sort of gutter rock that once defined what it meant to be young, rebellious and free. These days, rock’s gone corporate, men are soft and the good times are flaccid at best. Except in the realm of The Mojo Gurus who live for live, taking corners on two wheels, breathing fire and exhaling an uncompromising sense of danger, party and combustion that picks up where the Stones left off, exiled on Main Street. Having worked with legendary producer Jack Douglas (John Lennon, early Aerosmith, the New York Dolls) and engineer Stephen Marsh (Jeff Beck, Muddy Waters), these indestructible musicians are true believers, swinging from the rafters, scorching the notions of pomposity and rocking like it’s the only chance they have to eviscerate the obligations, expectations and status quo. Reject what is, seek the release of what feels good. If it’s only rock & roll, they more than like it, they embrace it with an abandon that knows no limit. Whether it’s the surf bravado of “Bandito,” the freewheeling strut of “The Last Rock & Roll Show,” the blaring horn-lathered funk-rock of the lascivious “Where You Hidin’ Your Love” (mixed by Tommy Henricksen – Alice Cooper, Lou Reed) or the glam slam “Devil To Pay” that’s equal parts T Rex, Mott The Hoople and David Bowie at his most cocksure, Who Asked Ya? builds on the band’s critically-heralded Shakin’ In The Barn debut and the grittier, more Southern-leaning Let’s Get Lit With The Mojo Gurus. With a strong dose of soul, a raging sense of what it means to rock, electric guitars that sizzle and a singer who hurls himself at the songs and just keeps going, The Mojo Gurus take what was and make it new, make it wild, make it something that tears down what you know and builds up something that says, “Hell, Yeah.” – Holly Gleason, HITS Magazine