Sweet beats and sour notes... music reviews from the pages of Think Magazine.
New Bomb Turks
Well, well, well, the lads are back, with 12 more pumpin' old school thrashin' jams. Ohio's finest bone-crushing, skull-melting, Grade A liberal bashin', cheap beer swillers, deal out a hardy mix of power chords adorned with piano (Jerry Lee Lewis style), and goofy Urge style keyboarded anthems.
The insensitivity of Eric Davidson's world view, enlightens us to the mythic tolerance so popular with political correcties here in the infotainment era. Let's party like it's 1999?
You like Black Flag, don'tcha?, well spend a little of that trust fund like the masochist that lies within all of you at Maximum Underground. I tried so hard to be open minded, what's your excuse. Boy would I like to watch some TV, if you've got one call me, and tell me what's on...
More midwestern charmers, fresh off their first commercial success. You know the KIDS sound track, these are those guys.
The most unlikely of icons, Lou Barlow, melts your infinitely breakable heart, with a plea for understanding that frankly, for five or so albums now, shows no signs of abating, and that's a good thing. They split song writing duties and sometimes even sound like Johnny Rotten trying to work his problems out... in front of everybody!
No comparisons really suffice, this band must be experienced first hand. The difference between songs like 'Mind Reader' and 'Too Pure', highlights the sonic extremes this album of cut outs and out takes (Remarkably consistent) goes to.
I Don't Think So
My ears are confused by the mix of styles and influences on this record from locals, but sung in English.
Songs about watching pornos, I think, sung by this heavy somewhat rockier PJ Harvey sounding woman named Rebecca Elliot. Snug bass riffs outline power chords in a Janes Addictional way, which I like for sure, but I can't really place the influences.
A strong effort and kinda of a throwback to some of the hard rock bands that I listened to in the early eighties.