This is energetic rock’n’roll, energetic enough that it borders on frenetic at times. With rockabilly, Americana, and punk influences, this is lead-guitar-heavy garage rock. At times it gets a little swampy and there are some KINKS influences in the guitar work. I’d call it Anxiety Rock. My wife thinks it could work as a spaghetti western soundtrack.
Glam/power pop rock that sounds like it came straight out of the early ’70s. More akin to the MAMAS AND THE PAPAS and the poppier side of BLUE ÖYSTER CULT than anything closely resembling punk. At times there’s a surfy element to it all, as well as the occasional fat guitar riff, but this is just the same old sound that’s been done hundreds of thousands of times since your parents were kids. Don’t get me wrong, the band is obviously very talented and the production is spot-on. I think this may pique the interest of those who are fans of bands like the NICE BOYS, but I don’t expect it to quench that sort of thirst, either.
Garage rock has always been a genre that stands in tribute to itself. From the originators of jagged rock’n’roll in the ’60s covering standards to the various retro reinventions, what makes for good garage often comes down to interpretation. It’s fitting then that one of Sweden’s longer-running crops of the ’90s garage revitalization (is it revitalization if the genre never truly goes away?) committed an entire slab of wax to one of the heavy-hitters of the late ’80s. The WYLDE MAMMOTHS were a Crypt Records act out of Stockholm, and this is ten of their tracks from contemporary garage heads the MAHARAJAS. It’s a loving tribute, and it would have to be, with scarcely a hair out of place. It ties together garage rock neatly in cross-generational gift wrapping, from deeply chiming ’60s rock worship to the modern era. The WYLDE MAMMOTHS’ Pete Maniette passed away in 2023, and it’s hard to think of a better memorial than tracks like “Run From Her” being brought back to life in technicolor by as tight a band as the MAHARAJAS. It almost feels like a labor of love for true heads only, but really it serves as a beautiful entrypoint not just to Maniette’s body of work but the history of garage rock in general.
It can feel trite to describe something as “fun,” but as soon as this record kicked off, I was having a good time. The REBEL SET plays surf rock filled with awesome organ sounds, tons of handclaps, and reverb-soaked guitar solos. The energy stays high throughout the eleven tracks that comprise Bummer City, and each individual track tends to fly by. I think the vocals could be a bit more dynamic, but that’s just a personal preference; heck, so much great surf rock doesn’t even have vocals, so it’s cool that that’s not the case here. Fans of garage rock in the vein of the MYSTERY LIGHTS and other Wick Records sounds will feel right at home here as well.
Four tracks of bratty garage rock from Portland. Two original songs on the A-side, two covers on the B-side of good time, ’60s-inspired fun. Peppy songs with a bit of vocal whining that is emphasized by the organ sound.
Maybe it’s me. Maybe looking for something fresh in the crowded space of garage bands is a fool’s errand, and I should just get over myself and try to have fun. But we’ve been at this stuff for decades now: the Tiki kitsch, the organ without any bite, the fuzzy but compressed-to-all-hell guitar. On their ninth LP (and yes that is impressive), this band presents something squeaky clean and calls it trash. It just doesn’t sell for me. Bands were obsessed with all these same things in the ’90s, cryptids and aliens and cocktail lounge decor. I’m sure this Long Beach act has a blast doing this after all these years, but for me it’s just another band harkening back to some made up alternate history of American rock’n’roll and doing nothing novel to tweak the formula.
