The album is okay, better than most of the shit that’s being produced. It’s growing on me. This might be the album we’ve been waiting for since Fashion Nugget.
These dudes sound dangerous and in desperate need of victims to pummel, rob, and laugh at. This isn’t punk rock so much as hooligan rock. Highly recommended.
Cut-for-cut, one of their best. This is rock that rolls. It’s boogie and fast-as-hell jump rhythms with distorted, twanged-out Chuck Berry and Link Wray riffs.
Looking past all the spectacles and accessories, The Polyphonic Spree is nothing more than a quirky indie-pop band, akin to The Flaming Lips or The Unicorns.
The Helgas are the natural replacement for your overused Social Distortion discs, and they don’t even need breaking in. Straight-ahead no-bull punk rock.
This shit is knee-deep in bell bottoms, psychedelic drugs, and distortion pedals, which is probably why they’ve been embraced by the stoner rock folks.
They’ve expanded their blues-punk sound, incorporating elements of Stax style funk, kletzmer, and country waltz ballads. The current champions of boogie.