This is so-so So Cal skate thrash which attempts to pull off a genuine early ’80s hardcore blur, but ends up sounding like a sped-up version of the Offspring.
Each release has been a higher plateau of heart-string plucking, rockin’ sentimentality that gets more difficult to compare with anyone’s sound but their own.
A ’70s porn funk groove, with sitar, theremin, 13-part resurrection-harp, and a chorus with so much reverb, it sounds like it was recorded in Carlsbad Caverns.
We wind down, slip off our shoes, and loosen our ties with Howard Roberts’ “Girl Talk,” and Julie London gets us ready for bed with her very sexy “Go Slow.”
For a pasty-skinned boy like me, this cosmic go-getter sound is the closest I can get to hitting the waves at Laguna Beach, and I’m getting retarded over it.
Zumpano make no bones about what they’re doing, as they sound straight out of the time that brought us sing-along tunes by the Beatles and the Dave Clark 5.
Natural Born Techno 3 is an example of what non-punter think of when s/he hears the word “techno,” i.e. press a button and let the machine do its thang.