This ain’t gonna challenge anyone’s expectations about the future of music, but Three Years Down plays good, tight punk rock and that should be enough.
Caveat emptor for Beasties fans, the show here belongs to Berry, Bosco and Hubel and the songs are pretty hardcore hard-luck, white trash psychobilly pieces.
Personally, I wish the songs were shorter. That way, the forty-plus minutes of my life I wasted listening to this disc would be only twenty or thirty minutes.
I recently saw Saccharine Trust. It didn’t matter that Brewer’s gut is as prominent as the madness in his eyes or that Baiza is shrinking, they sounded great.
These blurry noise-meisters mouth some not too earth-shattering indie rock influences (Drive Like Jehu, Steel Pole Bathtub) and throw in a coupla curve balls.
Indie labels used to vary in size, scope, and distribution, but they did lots of the dirty work required to keep rock’n’roll alive until the majors stepped in.