Sloppily covering tunes by those who influenced ’em, but these version are bad. They shoulda picked better songs, more songs, and done a better job playin’ ’em.
I may’ve seen these Zappa/Residents meets Voodoo Glow Skulls freaks a few years back (I can’t think of there bein’ another Czech prog-ska band in existence).
“Sugar Water” is rock as gospel. “Can’t seem to find my way home,” and we’re talkin’ in the spiritual sense here. This’d be cheese if not done with such heart.
The production is a little thick and muddy, but Useless I.D. proves pop punk is a universally spoken language. These guys have what it takes in busloads.
A discordant sense of melody that somehow works, a liver-than-a-live drum sound, and positive art school experimentations. Original and pleasing heavy rock.
They beat Rage Against The Machine to the rock’n’hip hop punch and were more funky. “Deeper Shade of Soul” was the genre’s finest, except for Paul’s Boutique.