Triple Your Work Force

Sometimes you just want your rock 'n roll
loud and sloppy and somewhat irreverent. Who cares if you understand
a word of it, or if there aren't any Eddie Van Halen two-handed
guitar solos or dreamy, spiraling crescendos? In fact, even
when it's not exactly clear the band quite knows where it's
going or how that distortion pedal really works, things can
turn out pretty damn swell. Such is the case with Four Volts,
who put together an album that starts its first song sounding
bizarrely like an old Elastica song,
but move quickly into a mash-up of The
Replacements, Titus Andronicus
and Love and Rockets. Yeah,
you heard me right: I have no fucking clue what I'm talking
about. I suppose they're so hard to nail down, and I mention
this wide range of musical styles, because they manage to cover
all of these areas while still sounding original and fun. They
do definitely go into that sloppy punk 50s thing on occasion,
but instead of getting super-simple, their songs get complicatingly
sloppified. Drenched in fuzz and echo (like they're playing
their local school gym) these guys bring an oldey-time feeling
of punk-influenced modern rock that makes me extremely nostalgic
and happy. |
|