Garage rock to compare to the Yeah, Yeah, Yeahs herk’n’jerk, or The Epoxies zany new wave via weirdo punk. Fuzzed-out keyboard smog populates mid-tempo grooves.
Part noisy college rock (when “alternative rock” was still ROCK), part punky rock, gonzo solos, and “I need a goddamn job!” hollers over Sex Pistols swagger.
Ditching the screaming and intense styles of their debut, going more melodic pop punk. Some of the songs are catchy and radio-friendly, about half are good.
This is this man’s deepest and most sincere expression of himself. It just so happens that he’s also able to write arena rock songs that cannot be refused.
There are a handfulla choruses, like “Jumping the Shark,” that roll like Social D mixed with Randy in powerpop mode, the stuff that’d make a great TV theme.
A garagey pop quality that feels naive, effortless, and pure. No boasting to being the saviors of rock, just a bunch of tunes you can nod your head to.