They’re still hammering low-end rhythmic blasts, pretty technically adept, and creative, still pissed off about the same things, and on top of their game.
While some might find the modernization of Cheap Trick’s style nothing special, to find a band that keeps it interesting, song after song, that’s something.
Martin Atkins is the Greg Ginn of the early 21st century, i.e. appearing on just about every release on his Invisible label. One difference: He doesn’t suck.
With a dash of Live and a hint or two of Violent Femmes, the songs stroll through their easy paces. Middle-of-the-road acoustic rock with sensitive lyrics.