Think poetry and punk don’t mix? That spoken word is pretentious? You’re right, but that doesn’t stop Mick Farren and Jack Lancaster from trying something new.
This one-liner/fragment approach broaches all the right subjects: Women’s rights (good), government (bad), modern society (sucks). Once in a while, it clicks.
Despite being a perfectly good band, Lucky Me can’t stay with eerie beauty or outbursts of freakish energy. They stick with an annoyingly muddy middle.
Laurels play a peculiar brand of loud art-rock, so dark and powerful that it’s hardly a surprise that it’s been apportioned out mostly in the small doses.
Macro Metal may be a bunch of really stoned guys in a living room with a four track and too many effect pedals, just fucking around and giggling. But so what?
Steven Wardlaw’s strafe-stringin’ is a virtual encyclopedia of fifteen years of punks from ’81-vintage L.A. blooze to the odd Hüsker Dü electrical storm.
Happy sing-a-long music perfect for preschoolers or that motivational someone. Lyrics like “Come on, we can do it!” Now is the time, let’s do some good.”