The Mullens – Go Where the Action Is – Review

The Mullens

Go Where the Action Is (Get Hip)
by Jon Sarre

Like a turbo-charged Pinto roaring off to the mid-ranks of mediocrity, Get Hip Records gives the world the second full-length from the Mullens. The stuff they’ve got committed to tape for this Go Where the Action Is release, as I’ve intimated, isn’t offensively awful or anything, but yer not gonna rush out and buy it and proclaim it album of the year (or maybe you are, it’s a free country, as long as you don’t stockpile fully automatic weapons, that’s when I come in – my name’s Friday, I work for the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco and Firearms, uhhh, where was I?). The Mullens are an okay garage band, maybe you’d think them a bit more punk in a CBGB’s ’77 vein with snotty “Baby, baby” no-hit wonder lyrics (sorta like Johnny Thunders sans talent be it guitar, vocal, or songwriting). Supposedly, their ’97 debut kicked mucho ass, accordin’ to the pens of several enchanted scribes, anyhow. Not havin’ heard that one, all I can say is either the Mullens slipped a notch or three, or a buncha people are fulla shit. Heads or tails, you call it.
(PO Box 666 Canonsburg, PA 15317)

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