“Telephone” is a good four minutes of poppy, punky new wavy whateveryawannacallit, as if John Lydon heard the Go-Gos and decided PiL wasn’t infantile enough.
Smart guys who’ve read Kafka and know the oppression of peons the world over. Musically though, the start/stop trashcan pound sound leaves me kinda distant.
It takes three older guys from the more demented side of blue-collar territory to make music that feels like washing down Black Widows with a 12-pack of Shlitz.