“I’m really into the idea of garage rock as folk music. It was the folk music of 60′s teenagers. Anybody can do it.”
Anyone with more than just a casual history of of rock-n-roll could
make such a statement. Especially someone who has a band that harkens
back to sound of the youth explosion of nearly five decades ago. It's
such a quote that could easily just viewed as some sort of idealism or
romanticism of the past if said by most people.
some "moderne garage" bands who record in good studio and then do things
like bathe the mix in (digital) reverb and other things to make it all
sound lo-fi in attempts to have the listener think that it's all being
kept authentic-this album has a pure rawness that feels natural. Instead
of going into somewhere fancy and then doing things to make it appear
all trashy-the Darleans sound like they did the exact opposite by
recording on equipment that may leave a little to be desired as far as
fidelity and outdated as far as technology is concerned but making the
best and most rockin' sounding record they could. The results are one
rockin' house party that keeps shakin' til the sun comes up.
The album kicks off like a rocket shot of blaring punk rock/R&B
stomp with "Don't Get In The Car". It ends twelve songs later with the
flash fires of feedback on "Can't Kill The Rooster". In between those
two points the 3-piece band (Kroha on guitar and vocals, along with
Detroit Cobras Rich Wohllfeil on skins and Colleen Burke holding down
the low end) can be found mixing gasoline with Kool Aid for the handclap
heavy & funky take on the Strangeloves "It's About My Baby" and the sweet tart hip shakin' hooks of "Where The Rubber Meets The Road" & "Boo-De-Lye", being forlorn and fed
up on the slow burnings "How Many Times"and "You Treated Me Bad" and bouncing around in funhouse of broken mirrors take on Lou Reed's
pre-Velvet Underground tune "You're Driving Me Insane."
Garage rock as folk music? Perhaps. A record that brings on a no holds barred, no bullshit rock-n-roll party? A definite yes!