These wacky Finnskis get better and better every time. More soulful, too. They wear their grimy Stones influences on their sleeves and kick out Raw Power jams.
I’ve always liked The Fairlanes just a bit more than most interchangable late-’90s punkpop. Perhaps it has something to do with their living in Colorado.
I’m not against New Wave or ’80s dance/pop music, just the bad stuff. I was never a New Waver, I just liked some of the music. But this? Most of it’s shit.
The greasy fingerprints of Mick Collins’ Deetroit roots are all over this thing. Whole chunksa soul backbeat galore. Ya hear it and ya wanna get up and dance.
A big bucketa soul fried up wit’ garage grease’n’some nice Memphis rootsy-type sensibilities. Pretty cool stuff and not just for a buncha Canadians, either.
“Where’s AmRep when you need ’em?” The harder end of the tug’n’push early indie stuff that has to do with droning, barely-in-tune guitar, and stomping around.
Breathy boy band rage and eerie, cold moments of New Wave, with the roar and groove of nü metal. Mark Chavez is the younger brother of Jonathan Davis of Korn.