Too poppy to appeal to the garage sub-culture, and too retro to strike a chord with those who follow the radio programmers instructions of what’s happenin’.
They play simple riffs, are obsessed with graveyards, aliens, and all kinds of ghouls, witches, and zombies, and yet theirs is the CD you wanna hear again.
Like Short Songs for Short Attention Spans and The Smell of Victory before it, Generation XXX has many, many 30-60 second rants set to a couple chords.
Pure power pop, with recipes written in bold, easy-to-read letters. Weezer, Replacements, Buzzcocks, and many, many more (Squeeze, Joe Jackson, Jellyfish).