Squirrel Nut Zippers’ 15 minutes have come & gone. So the first reaction to Asylum Street Spankers would be “been there, listened to that, sold my tux already.”
A hot female singer (who can actually sing) is matched to guitars & programming, mostly mid-tempo, juggling real & synth drums. Martin Atkins produced.
While Bad Seed spin-offs wither in their self-created pits of despair, they might wonder where the soul went. Barry Adamson has it, and he’s not giving it back.
It could be a tale of visionary performance artists capitalizing on the body taboos of modern culture. Maybe it’s a couple of guys playing with their dicks.
The songs sound much more complete, like he spent time on every element. His writing style, doesn’t sound dated, no matter how reminiscent of his glory days.
No. No. No. I get enough of this ham-fisted techno crap in car commercials. Why would I want to listen to the 13 year career span of these dance-floor hacks?