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I liked a few songs as a child, but when I revisited them as an adult it quickly became one of those "buy 6-7 albums immediately / listen to nothing else for the foreseeable future" kind of obsession. So much good stuff beyond the hits.
This was about 20 years ago and I remember streaming a Quicktime video of "Oh Candy" hundreds of times. When dialup allowed me to, that is.
This was about 20 years ago and I remember streaming a Quicktime video of "Oh Candy" hundreds of times. When dialup allowed me to, that is.
I've had Budokan forever, and it's alright, but it didn't ignite a fire to check out their other stuff. I generally don't love melodic guitar pop, as I find a lot of that music makes a real quick first impression, and then fizzles as you realize it was little more than an earworm that hooked you.
But I've been getting into buying dollar bin records recently, and for a couple of bucks, I just figured why not when I saw a copy of Dream Police. It couldn't be worse than the third rate Steppenwolf and probably first rate Genesis records I was scooping up.
And it was great.
And then I found In Color in the same store a couple of weeks later. And it's even better. Pretty much back to front great records. And it's just not about the hooks. There is both an emotional core to these songs, as well as a defiant weirdness, that speaks directly to me.
So first thing I did this morning was order their first album from Amazon while listening to Southern Girls before going to work.
I sat on these guys way too long, and there is no excuse. I've heard the good things for years, but just assumed it was all going to be proto power punk shit, which I avid like the plague.
But I was very wrong.
