Friends have tried to convince me of sinister undertones, and sure, I hear some, but I mainly hear folky hippie sap rock. Full on Simon & Garfunkle’n’shit.
Influences from Soul Asylum to Aerosmith, but if those bands tried to integrate soul-ska, joke rap, or sea chanteys, they’d come across as grade-A assholes.
“The Master,” a definite standout, is a little ditty about Satan and sounds like it’s backed by The Bad Seeds (Murder Ballads-era) with a lot more whip to it.
Political punk rock with samples, breakbeats, frantic paces, and both live and synthesized guitars. Lots of whoa-whoa’s, but also plenty of Chemical Brothers.
The line “candy and decay” from “My Addiction” defines the good-time punk of Panty Raid! Though fierce, they remain feminine without resorting to cutesy.
Leading one of the best folksy electronica groups (Kings of Convenience) – giving Röyksopp their best vocal numbers – don’t mean that techno doesn’t still suck.