They’re loud, they keep it simple, they’re tuned low and mean, they stomp all over the stage (usually drunk, as is the audience), they have a sense of humor.
Pure power pop, with recipes written in bold, easy-to-read letters. Weezer, Replacements, Buzzcocks, and many, many more (Squeeze, Joe Jackson, Jellyfish).
“I’m a man, drink from a can. I’m a man, goddamn.” Turd is rock’n’roll – black leather-wearin’, whisky-soaked stumblin’, rage screamin’, cock-in-hand swagger.
Despite the fact that I have the “actual” version of pretty much every song here (and they sound a helluva lot better), I’m definitely keeping this sucker.