The greasy fingerprints of Mick Collins’ Deetroit roots are all over this thing. Whole chunksa soul backbeat galore. Ya hear it and ya wanna get up and dance.
A big bucketa soul fried up wit’ garage grease’n’some nice Memphis rootsy-type sensibilities. Pretty cool stuff and not just for a buncha Canadians, either.
“Where’s AmRep when you need ’em?” The harder end of the tug’n’push early indie stuff that has to do with droning, barely-in-tune guitar, and stomping around.
Breathy boy band rage and eerie, cold moments of New Wave, with the roar and groove of nü metal. Mark Chavez is the younger brother of Jonathan Davis of Korn.
It’s pretty impossible to do anything new with punk, it’s a matter of doing the same goddamn thing loud, pure, and energetically. That’s what The Briefs do.
68 minutes of Ted Nugent’s greatest hits live. No overdubs, plenty of Nuge swearing, a shout out to opener (?) Sammy “fucking” Hagar, as the Nuge tags him.
I’ve heard Ted Leo’s first solo record and most of Chisel’s (his former band) output, but I don’t remember any of it being as jaw-droppingly impressive as this.