As great as Love Songs For the Retarded was, it was the earlier output from The Queers that got you pumped up to be as useless a moron as you could be.
Witnessing the shirtless Wimpy perform near Satanic rituals set me back a bit, like to the far end of the room. They ripped thru 15 early songs in 20 minutes.
While the tempo of their moron punk is up to par, it just doesn’t seem as convincing. They blast through the songs, but it seems like habit, not passion.
Riverdales keep it simple: No excessive harmonies, no tricky time changes, and few variations in tempo, key, and beat. Yet the songs are instantly catchy.