Outside of the high energy punk rock part though, that's where the comparisons between to two pretty much end. Things are much, much more agitated here.
On the EP's title track, it sounds as if the guitars are run through a meatgrinder, the vocals howl and growls as if they're making a feral call for help from the bottom of a brimstone burning pit and the tempo is unhinged and gives an impression that it is about to explode, throwing bits of piercing shrapnel all over the neighborhood.
It's followed by "Garbage Blood", which has a pop-tinge but with whiplash causing stop/starts which would rather scorch hearts with napalm than touch them with a chewy and sweet melody. The synths that accent both tracks make it all feel even more blackhearted.
The generally dystopian take on rock-n-roll here is aptly capped off with a Tubeway Army cover with the band taking "You Are In My Vision" and making it resemble something like a very sinister outtake from Wire's Pink Flag.
Johnny Ill's songs are for the everyman. Not in some blustery and blue-collar anthem kinda way though. More like of the finding fascination and poetry in the mundane day to day sort.
His latest release (the first from him in a couple of years as well as the first release done with his most recent gang of musical partners in crime), Congratulations, is full of such moments. "Hamtramck Island" whose lyrics seem like the recapping of a day walking around the Detroit borough the song is named after has a bit of a Jonathan Richman vibe to it. It's as jangling as some Modern Lovers songs could be but it's also a bit more jittery and rattled. The same sort of thing, but a little more sparse in its accompaniment, can be said about "Third & Blaine."
While such off-centered and noisy pop proves to be a delight here, the songs stretch a bit beyond that. "One Year Plan" has Mark E. Smith squigglings all over it and "Birds" resembles the first couple A Certain Ratio singles if they grew up playing in midwest basements stocked with plenty of Stroh's.
Their breakfast at this place was one of the legendary cheap "hangover cures" in the area. That was ages ago as the place has been long gone for a while now. How was the rest of their food? I never knew but figured there was more than just one reason why it was always (semi-lovingly) referred to as the El Rauncho.
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On a scorcher of a summer day recently I had the thirst for a pop. A really sugary one. A Faygo Red Pop or Rock-n-Rye was on my mind. The party store I stopped in didn't carry any Faygo. Is that even legal in the state of Michigan?
Though the Cat Nouveau show originates out of Portugal, he scours the planet for the rudest, wildest and sickest rock-n-roll sounds.
A violently kaleidoscopic whirl of new punk rock and the latest garage rock from all over the world is what's served up. What's that weird flavor of the colors you're tasting? Well, it's either blood or cyanide!