Sweetness frosted with fuzz ‘n’ phase, multi-guitar pileups on top of blissed-out melodies, like an analogue to My Bloody Valentine’s gold-leaf glide-pop.
Open up to “Felix Navarro’s Bitter Corner,” the regular sprawl of unrestrained spleneticism that’s as viciously funny as a buzzsaw-wielding stand-up comic.
Where other bands mellow, ripen and rot with age, the thirtywhatevers of Boston’s finest keep getting harder, rougher, and snarlier with every release.
John Waters, Trash Trio – The scripts for three of Johnny’s finest: Pink Flamingos, Desperate Living, and (the sadly never produced) Flamingos Forever.
Still not original, the music is bar-band serviceable but awkward and stiff, and the lyrics continue to reach far beyond their grasp in search of profundity.