There are a handfulla choruses, like “Jumping the Shark,” that roll like Social D mixed with Randy in powerpop mode, the stuff that’d make a great TV theme.
Gary’s got the chops, the voice, and the songwriting to get and keep your interest, but it’s the “let’s do a country song” ideas that need to be nipped.
They drone, chants looping, awkward guitars stumbling, Lyre singing like a weary choir member, drunk and suicidal. Kinda creepy, makes Rasputina sound poppy.
A garagey pop quality that feels naive, effortless, and pure. No boasting to being the saviors of rock, just a bunch of tunes you can nod your head to.