The southern Florida trio has put out a new wave/light punk/power pop CD that delivers strong melodic surges and evidence of much burgeoning songwriting talent.
Taking influences like The Who and Small Faces and milking these foundations of sound, until ultimately, all hope is vanquished in a wash of artless banality.
Industrial that borrows from old NYC hardcore bands rather than bad metal, they prefer to leave the ambiguities alone and concentrate on writing songs.
Hope Nicholls’ larynx-tearing style is strongly reminiscent of The Runaways’ “Cherry Bomb” played through an 8-track player that had a speedball spilled in it.
By the end of Rising, Stuck Mojo have run through hip hop and a political-bashing thrash-a-rama, but it’s the down-and-dirty shuffle thang that trips me out.
These Metalheadz stalwarts kick the ballistics with some great beats, and also throw curveballs at you to keep your ears in check while your body grooves.