If Blur and Oasis were a) American, and b) infectious, spirited and hooky, they’d be The Drag. A collection of ambitious lyrics with tunes that stay with you.
BCG live is hit or miss. Sometimes the energy inspires you to release your own pent-up aggression, other times, you feel like you’re watching something on TV.
Where other bands mellow, ripen and rot with age, the thirtywhatevers of Boston’s finest keep getting harder, rougher, and snarlier with every release.
Some nice guitar hooks, a good Cavedogs-type vocalist, thick bass, snappy snare drum, songs about, I dunno, girls and stuff. Inoffensive and ignorable rock
Still not original, the music is bar-band serviceable but awkward and stiff, and the lyrics continue to reach far beyond their grasp in search of profundity.