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Their Sound May Not Be Original, But Their Live Show Is Second To None In The Phoenix Metro. The Band Also Known As SVT Proves With Every Live Show That Rock And Roll Is Alive In Phoenix


By Jeff Moses
Modern Times Magazine

Aug. 7, 2014 — It’s not that Scorpion Vs. Tarantula does something new and different when they get up on stage that makes them one of the best bands in the Phoenix metro. It is that they do something familiar and in some ways nostalgic when they get on stage, and they do it extraordinarily well.

In the world of 2014, music fans have millions of songs at their fingertips at all times, and while bands struggle to find the right words to describe their sound, like “post progressive noise rock,” or “proto industrial Americana,” in an attempt to shine brightest among the masses, Scorpion Vs. Tarantula punches out their lights with their brand of  straight forward, high-energy rock and roll.

Each member of SVT is individually talented but front woman L. Hotshot is obviously the star of the show. Her presence, with the teased-out hair and spandex outfits creates an atmosphere at their shows that no other band in the Phoenix metro can even hope to accomplish. Combine that with her rock and roll growl of a voice that she accentuates with ferocious lion like roars in certain songs, and L. Hotshot is easily the best lead singer in the area.

Most SVT shows feature Hotshot leaving the stage (or raised platform depending on how “divey” the bar is) and stalking through the crowd like a rabbit jungle cat, screaming in people’s faces and being a badass rock star in general. Every member of the band brings something strong to the table, but L.Hotshot is the one who brings the signature experience.

Bass player Tana Satana acts as somewhat of a foil for Hotshot. While L. is all revved up and bringing the high powered craziness, Satana is the most laid back member of the group. She acts as the Dean Martin to Hotshot’s Jerry Lewis, often wearing all black and hanging back sipping a beer while Hotshot and guitarist Jay Bennett exchange banter and sometimes mouth fulls of beer. She brings the cool factor to the band, because obviously Rock and Roll should be high energy and off the wall. But it should always been cool.

The bands drummer “Cappy,” is so intense that it’s a little bit scary. While the rest of the band is hanging out and drinking beer before sets, “Cappy” is often listening to his iPod and warming up in the parking lot. He seems to hit his drums about as hard as Mike Tyson would hit an opponent in 1986.

He’s just an absolutely monstrous drummer. Every time he hits the drum it looks like the instrument is going to explode. When seeing SVT for the first time it is hard to look away from whatever L. is doing. But after seeing them once or twice it’s easier to see the whole band and “Cappy” banging on the drums is definitely a highlight.

On guitar, Bennett is just rock and roll through and through, he’s got the facial expressions, the moves, including his signature kick, and his sound is just loud and abrasive. His guitar tracks can hit you in the face almost as hard as a misplaced Hotshot dance move. Bennett’s level of engagement on stage seems to have a direct relationship to how much he has had to drink before the show. A Bennett on the sober side will play it cool and share more in common with Satana than Hotshot, but a more imbibed guitarist will lead to more on-stage antics and shenanigans between the husband and wife team of Bennett and Hotshot.

The group's last album Claim to Fame is spectacular and is worth a download. Or it can be purchased directly from the band in both CD or vinyl form at their next show at The Lost Leaf, 914 N. Fifth St., Phoenix on Aug. 9.

Jeff Moses a senior contributor at Modern Times Magazine. He can be reached at
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