The Pinkerton Thugs are called what they’re called and they’re basically street level punk, the kind of “tough life” crap we all write in notebooks in middle school but later outgrow.
’80s New Wave pop meets ’50s tough girl rock with fingersnapping paces, handclaps, simple harmonies and basic structures you can follow by the end of the song.
I don’t see how this lilting, fake Brit vocal approach and lo-fi/faux garage sound is “dangerous” when Swede Rock is breakin’ mic stands and bustin’ heads.
Mild-mannered Ron Fountenberry collects samples and bits of sonic candy by day, Casio-diddler/sitar-strangle/alsetto weeper as he lays it all down like Loki.
Sounding much less hard rock/metal than Payin’ the Dues, the ‘Copters cover two Smokey Robinson tunes, and The Flaming Sideburns’ “Ungrounded Confusion.”