This disc is simply loaded with attitude, both lyrically and in terms of its delivery, due in no small part to the raspy, smart-ass vocals of Eleanor Whitledge.
The Fixx play a set, perform all the songs they made videos for (plus some other ones), talk to the audience, the audience cheers, and everybody goes home.
If Blur and Oasis were a) American, and b) infectious, spirited and hooky, they’d be The Drag. A collection of ambitious lyrics with tunes that stay with you.
Where other bands mellow, ripen and rot with age, the thirtywhatevers of Boston’s finest keep getting harder, rougher, and snarlier with every release.
Some nice guitar hooks, a good Cavedogs-type vocalist, thick bass, snappy snare drum, songs about, I dunno, girls and stuff. Inoffensive and ignorable rock