A five-inch record from one of today’s punk bands who fondly remember the late ’70s/early ’80s. They could have been on stage in one of those ’80s movie sets.
The indie firm of Pavitt and Poneman makes the most of its licensing deal with Capitol and resurrects 3 precious pieces of the ever-elusive California dream.
The Apples’ juicy fruit is not forbidding, grown from the fertile seeds of pop and ripened with just the right amount of tart psych-fi additives and coloring.
Blue-collar throwbacks to the guys who slaved in the mills and pits all day and then threw back shots all night. They’re characters in Springsteen songs.