Demolition Doll Rods are a drag – literally and figuratively – even with the estimable talents of a tarted-up Dan Krona as a major part of the equation.
Although Conduct is a somewhat more plugged-in affair than their previous disc, Pardon My French, the rockier moments lack the thrust of macho metallurgy.
Truth is, as reflexively brilliant and endlessly prolific as Pollard remains, for a guy that puts out as much as he does, he’s the biggest rocktease around.
They infuse the standard flat-footed indie-rock beat with an ineffable sense of motion that rides a pale groove without grafting on an ill-fitting negri ‘tude.