Lucky Me

Glue (Will)
by Cunt Rock Girl

The CD laser beam slides over the first groove. I’m hearing a plodding, garage-y melody – then a little grrl’s whispered screech pulls me in: “Your voice is ringing in my ears and I’m playing off the echo.” The main singer has a Southern trailer trash voice and lyrics that would make Judy Blume’s blood run cold, but it’s the music itself that grates me. Despite being a perfectly good band, Lucky Me can’t stay with eerie beauty or outbursts of freakish energy – for the most part, they stick with an annoyingly muddy middle. They have a case of “Seattle Sickness” (too much guitar distortion) but whether it’s from actual distortion or one too many guitars, I can’t figure out. The best song on the CD, “The Witch,” makes you want to scream and break stuff for no logical reason so bad you wonder why all the songs aren’t like this. Another album that’s sort of like Lucky Me’s Glue: Hole’s Pretty On The Inside.