The crime of “Teenage FBI,” and others on Do the Collapse, is taking a potentially good small idea and blowing it up into a textured, multi-tracked spectacle.
Despite my admiration for their work ethic, persistence, endurance, and outspoken philosophy, I just can’t get into their every-suburban town style of punk.
Strings together a zitherscope of oral remembrances and photographs of a generation of once-unknowns who would grow to rule the cultural empires of the world.