 Blood
Visions
The cover of this album makes me gag a bit,
but from the opening track when Jay's fake Brit cartoonish voice
and his $12 amp start up I just want to hug that bloody mess.
And all from one to two minute bursts of spazziness off the
charts that somehow coalesce into such sonic goodness that I
want to just scream along. For some reason (that has nothing
to do with the gore on the album cover) I get this weird vampire
vibe from him. Perhaps the fake accent starts sounding kind
of Count Chocula at times... |
 Matador
Singles '08
At first I felt kind of weird or bad listening
to this guy. But by this, the third of his albums I purchased,
I got over the fact the guy calls himself Jay Reatard. Reatard
kind of evokes a spastic Gerbils-esque,
more melodic version of the Ramones
with his simple melodies, talk/sung repetitive choruses and
throw back fuzz production. Granted he probably weighs as much
as Joey, Marky and Zeppo combined. It sounds like the amps were
barrowed from a pawn shop, and Reatard's fake Brit accent is
almost bratty in its ridiculousness, but the dude knows how
to write an amazingly catchy two-minute punk song. If he doesn't
blow-up big time because of this album, I'll eat, well, whatever
is left after Jay and his band get to it. Snotty and fun, this
album is the perfect treat to get you through a suck-ass day. |
Singles 06-07 |
Watch Me Fall |
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