The
Reelers are so redolent of 'L.A.M.F.' you might imagine I'm about to
lay into 'em. Not today, not ever. For they possess the same spirit and
goofy Elvis top-lip curling naffness as The Heartbreakers in all their
greatness did. (Put it this way, 'Unless I'm With You' veers between Supersuckin' bravado and 'Jilted John'). And anyway, what's to be so
precious about? It's just the same as the 'Louie, Louie' riff being a
permanent base point for every true hearted garage band ever. So that
'Devil On My Shoulder' beats the riff to 'One Track Mind' matters not seen
as it's a juddering jag of wired frenzied silverback scaring high rollin'
Rock. And anyway Thunders copped em all off Chuck 'n' Keef o' course. Fast
as fuckery, party pill punk Rock'n'Roll has never scarred speakers like
this I'm sure. The Heartbreakers don't make me smile like this, but The
Crybaby's sure do...Steeped in classic songwriting in a similar way to The
Boys if they were let loose in a country that didn't close its bars at 3pm
like the UK did in their day. Like the cooler older brothers in some teen
movie, who the young kid idolizes but they treat like a turd as they speed
off in their hot-rodded pick-ups, but they show up being sweethearts in
the end, the end of the film, taking 'em under their wing for a ride
through town, scaring 'em shitless in the process, but still captivatin'
em and setting em on the road to righteous renegadism. Straightforward
Rock'n'Roll may sound simple people but it's piss simple to do wrong,
genius to make it right, and as right as this at that.
The
Reelers are so redolent of 'L.A.M.F.' you might imagine I'm about to
lay into 'em. Not today, not ever. For they possess the same spirit and
goofy Elvis top-lip curling naffness as The Heartbreakers in all their
greatness did. (Put it this way, 'Unless I'm With You' veers between Supersuckin' bravado and 'Jilted John'). And anyway, what's to be so
precious about? It's just the same as the 'Louie, Louie' riff being a
permanent base point for every true hearted garage band ever. So that
'Devil On My Shoulder' beats the riff to 'One Track Mind' matters not seen
as it's a juddering jag of wired frenzied silverback scaring high rollin'
Rock. And anyway Thunders copped em all off Chuck 'n' Keef o' course. Fast
as fuckery, party pill punk Rock'n'Roll has never scarred speakers like
this I'm sure. The Heartbreakers don't make me smile like this, but The
Crybaby's sure do...Steeped in classic songwriting in a similar way to The
Boys if they were let loose in a country that didn't close its bars at 3pm
like the UK did in their day. Like the cooler older brothers in some teen
movie, who the young kid idolizes but they treat like a turd as they speed
off in their hot-rodded pick-ups, but they show up being sweethearts in
the end, the end of the film, taking 'em under their wing for a ride
through town, scaring 'em shitless in the process, but still captivatin'
em and setting em on the road to righteous renegadism. Straightforward
Rock'n'Roll may sound simple people but it's piss simple to do wrong,
genius to make it right, and as right as this at that.