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Dollyrots |
 You’ve
got to be one crusty old fart – crustier, older and much, much gassier
than me – to not be won over by the sugar-and-arsenic power-pop on the
Dollyrots’ debut album. You can call it cloying, and at times, it is,
especially on the wishing-on-a-star ballad “Goodnight Tonight”, but
the fact of the matter is the Dollyrots sling the same kind of crunchy,
two-chord, ‘60s bubblegum-inspired rock that the Ramones made
during their entire million-year career, and nobody every accused them of
being a bunch of sweetbritches. I’m not saying that the ‘rots are the new
Ramones – Christ, no – but they wear their hearts on their sleeves in
their songs like Joey and Co., and they can rip it up on snarly,
high-school-hellcat cuts like “Kick Me To The Curb” and “Wreckage”
and then turn around and cover The Ronettes’ “Be My Baby”
with a completely straight face. Not easy, unless you mean it in both
cases, and I think they do. Expect a lot of Bettie Page-tressed
record store clerkettes to sport their T-shirts this fall, and more than a
handful of rocker boys to idly trace bassist/frontgal Kelly Ogden’s
name over and over on their grimy jeans.
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-Paul Gaita |