A full-on adolescent-cinematic sound that enthralls and seduces while it plays but falls apart completely once analyzed. Not, in and of itself, a bad thing.
Nipponese practitioners who learned at the feet of Link Wray, the Stooges, and the Ramones the same way the Stones worshiped at the feet of Muddy and Wolf.
Extremely Rotten Live uncovers ground from all their studio albums, includes a demo track, and, basically, is the first live album Grave has ever done.
Full of folky strums, fragile vocals, and a fleet-fingered sense of construction that seems almost too casual until you realize how well it holds together.
Smart guys who’ve read Kafka and know the oppression of peons the world over. Musically though, the start/stop trashcan pound sound leaves me kinda distant.
Fair-weather fans have no need for different takes on the same material, completists have it already, and ’70s Wire-heads have no use for this period, period.
Artie’s shrink oughtta remind him once in a while that he’s a rich fuckin’ rock star and maybe he should please shut the fuck up and get fat or something.
An uncloseted romanticist who packs more mature pop sensibility into a single measure than an entire posse of fretboard-throttlers could manage in a lifetime.