The Styrenes
We Care, So You Don’t Have To (Scat)
by Jon Sarre
An overview of the mid-’70s Cleveland underground music scene (yes, there really was such a thing) would be appropriate to place The Styrenes‘ near quarter-century career in context. Unfortunately, the available info is kinda spotty and I don’t have the space to trace a Mirrors-Electric Eels-Styrenes chart (with parallel and intersecting lines representing the Pagans, Rocket From the Tombs, Cinderella Backstreet, Peter Laughner, Pere Ubu, the Dead Boys, the Golden Palominos, the Cramps, the Men From Uncle, Ex-Blank-Ex, et al.)
Briefly, pianist/guitar player Paul Marotta began recordin’ stuff back in 1974 under the moniker Styrenes (as well as the Styrene Money Band and Polystyrene Jass Band). The personnel has shifted quite a bit over the years and the style has run the gamut from experimental piano to avant garde weirdness to jazz rock to straight up punk-influencing rock’n’roll.
The one thing that hasn’t changed for the Styrenes, it seems, is the apparent total lack of media interest. Count yourself informed if ya think they’re an X-Ray Spex offshoot!
This new record, the aptly-named We Care, So You Don’t Have To is the band’s first all-new LP in a decade. Ex-Pagan Mike Hudson owns the gravely throat which fronts Marotta’s driving-to- melancholia piano, U.K. Ratty’s schizo rock-guitar leads and slash-and-burn treble-heavy riffs, avant vet Al Margolis’ bass lines and Mike Hoffman’s and Paul Laurence’s always steady when not flashy drumming. Former Electric Eel (and present solo non-star) Brian McMahon provided two numbers (“Green Lamp” and “Half of Nothin'”). You also got the Eels’ “Silver Daggers” dusted off in its fallin’-over-nervous-breakdown-during-intercoursal glory and the Velvet Underground’s “Venus in Furs” recast like Tom Waits shrunken-liver boilermaker jazz.