The cd starts with someone (a girl?) running upstairs, throwing
open the door, and then BAM. We are rocked, solid. But for me, things
really heat up with 'Lucky' which goes from power pop on yesterday's acid
to that slow swinging guitar, that 'after band practice' sound where you
can just see everyone complaining about
their hamburger jobs as they sing themselves to sleep. THEN it starts
rockin' again!! 'Two Way Muzzle' is the kinda rock that would give a
headbanger an over the counter headache. Love the part where the
strumming starts to sound like a crazy helicopter. 'Postscript To Her Letter'
starts out as an interesting ballad, with lines
like 'did you dream of what they took for granted / did you try to let him know'.
I'm not sure what they Mean, nor the chorus of 'be the lion if you must'.
But the last lines of 'be a human far too late / knowing only human hate'
makes me wonder if it's about a gay friend? Or a woman lamenting the still
male dominated, cruel world?
I often prefer the surreal over the blatant. The cd ends on a big wild dog
of an instrumental called 'God Pt. III', which to my mind suggests that
someone hooked up some strings and an amp to a middle-class family's
metal garbage can, and they are standing in the street, at 1 a.m. on a
Tuesday night, plucking themselves royally.
I'd recommend this to most of my friends who are into punk, adrenaline
and hard women.
(NZone magazine, Ben Ohmart, USA, 1998)