Rubber City Rebels CD review [Smog Veil]

Music Reviews
Rubber City Rebels CD review [Smog Veil]
Jun 10, 2003, 01:39


I'm utterly digging on this reunion album from the Rubber City Rebels—who were the Blank Generation odd-men-out in the context of Akron/Kent/Cleveland scene's predominantly brainy/arty vibe circa late 70s/early 80s. (Think Devo, Human Switchboard, Die Electric Eels, you get the picture… ) You could call it a guilty pleasure, except there's no reason for guilt when it comes to pleasure, or certainly not in reference to something as essentially non-essential as art, or more supercilious still, i.e. pop music.

Therefore, I proudly proclaim, I love every bit of Pierce My Brain—from the sneering mock-Cockney accent affected by singer Rod Firestone, to the pointedly non-pretentious, typically sarcastic and/or funny lyrics he snarls. The music's nothing to be ashamed about either: nice meaty punk-a-boogie. The songs are tuneful and pithy. Instrumental impact is a burly “whoomph” throughout. What's not to like?

I won't say they put the likes of Sum 41 and Blink to shame per se, but they ain't afraid of getting dirty to deliver the full body slam when it comes to guitar skree, nor of sacrificing a bit of melodic accuracy 'r polish in their vocalizations, if that's what it takes to express the full vitriol in their dirty, dirty souls.

Some of the young 'uns may be confused by the group's proud declarations of Middle Aged-ness: “Never mind the wrinkles. Better than pimples!” says it all, and I'm sure punk fans from back in the day will love 'em the more for it. So like Cheetohs dunked in onion dip, this is not especially spiritually nutritious, but it tastes sooooo good. [Smog Veil]

-Howard W.

Filed Under: MusicMusic Reviews

RSSComments (0)

Trackback URL

Leave a Reply

You must be logged in to post a comment.