“Baby Baby” and “London Girls,” from this pseudo-greatest hits collection, are straightforward, unabashed love songs, more Dave Clark Five than Buzzcocks.
One of the most beloved indie bands of our era, their early singles created the template that other bands and entire labels (like K) would take for their own.
On the world-renowned Amphetamine Reptile label, there’s a demented, hellbent-for-pleather garage-punk quartet, and their name happens to be the same as ours.
Thriller removes the assembly-line slickness and cloying corn that have worn this most American of musics down to a palatable gruel. Modest, sincere, poetic.
A full-on adolescent-cinematic sound that enthralls and seduces while it plays but falls apart completely once analyzed. Not, in and of itself, a bad thing.
Full of folky strums, fragile vocals, and a fleet-fingered sense of construction that seems almost too casual until you realize how well it holds together.
Fair-weather fans have no need for different takes on the same material, completists have it already, and ’70s Wire-heads have no use for this period, period.