NYC art students rockin’ out – ‘scuse me while I stifle a yawn – or so I think. Their MC5 cop-offs circa, like, Back in the USA actually goes down alright.
It’s nice to see Jon Spencer Blues Explosion rockin’ unhomogenized again, cuz their last couple records’ stylized missteps sorta brought ’em down a peg or two.
These Jersey punk vets properly pissed about wussy poppunk saach get revenge by slashing out damn near a dozen buzzsaw scorchers that come off real catchy.
Link Wray with a realization of The Cramps’ realization of ’60s punk and a modicum of pop-cultural awareness, plus a nice dollup of a freakin’ sense of humor.
Synth-rock without some big freakin’ pretension of art. Kinda like, I dunno, Servatron, like mebbe if Devo had been as cool as everyone assumes them to be.
Libertine plays slower than American Heartbreak, so mebbe they’re more sensitive, or wussy or somethin’ and sometimes they remind me of a John Hughes movie.