THE MEOWS
At the Top of the Bottom No Tomorrow Records ________________________________________________________
Wow! Straight outta Barcelona,
The Meows really get the fur flyin’ on this
13 track ode to kittens-with-claws and real cool cats. The Meows sound is
big beat trash n’ roll, fueled by slinky 60’s fuzz punk guitars,
handclaps, and the infectiously rabble-rousing vox of the singularly named
Francis, a strutting rock n’ roll ego star of considerable charm and
flawless delivery. They’re sorta like Scandinavian scenemakers Sweatmaster
or the Flamin’ Sideburns; they’ve got that same kinda all-night
shaker-maker goodtime drinkalong vibe. And lord knows, we need as much of
that as we can get these days. What really makes the Meows stand out,
though, is their ability to write actual songs, two minute, hook-heavy
howlers that melt right into your brain and stick there, like plastic,
forever. Tracks like the hip-shaking title song, the Sex Pistols-copping
“Don’t Burn Baby”, the 60’s go-go revivalist tambourine abuser “Hear Me
Say”, and the stripped-down thrillboogie of “Function at the Junction” are
all perfect slices of radio-ready summertime hits guaranteed to keep the
endless party rolling on until September. Or until the cops show up,
whatever comes first. Highly recommended. ________________________________________________________
Wow! Straight outta Barcelona,
The Meows really get the fur flyin’ on this
13 track ode to kittens-with-claws and real cool cats. The Meows sound is
big beat trash n’ roll, fueled by slinky 60’s fuzz punk guitars,
handclaps, and the infectiously rabble-rousing vox of the singularly named
Francis, a strutting rock n’ roll ego star of considerable charm and
flawless delivery. They’re sorta like Scandinavian scenemakers Sweatmaster
or the Flamin’ Sideburns; they’ve got that same kinda all-night
shaker-maker goodtime drinkalong vibe. And lord knows, we need as much of
that as we can get these days. What really makes the Meows stand out,
though, is their ability to write actual songs, two minute, hook-heavy
howlers that melt right into your brain and stick there, like plastic,
forever. Tracks like the hip-shaking title song, the Sex Pistols-copping
“Don’t Burn Baby”, the 60’s go-go revivalist tambourine abuser “Hear Me
Say”, and the stripped-down thrillboogie of “Function at the Junction” are
all perfect slices of radio-ready summertime hits guaranteed to keep the
endless party rolling on until September. Or until the cops show up,
whatever comes first. Highly recommended.