I’ve never believed anything The Mooney Suzuki have said or performed. Add to that the fact they called in the same songwriting team as Avril fucking Levine.
A good round-up of Hellcat bands ranging from psychobilly to ska and all manner of punk. No real surprises, and no real highlights, just like the last time.
If you can swallow their cheerleader stage banter and their lowest common denominator lyrics, you get the payoff of a decent, politically-charged punk record.
The handsome old poofter is still putting out good records, and this one is produced by Tony Visconti. If you don’t know who he is, you don’t love rock’n’roll.
This is what Big Black would’ve sounded like if they’d stayed together. Both are epic and demented, heart warming and horrifying, organic and electronic.
Crucial music for when you’ve got a head full of coke, a bellyful of beer, and a desire to run in circles in the opposite direction to break a nose or two.