The cover blurb calls them a “legendary rock band” and cites a Rolling Stone assessment—“The glorious noise every garage band dreams of making.” Hardly. Crazy Horse aspirations continue for a band that came to prominence in the murky pre-Seattle era, back when every band under the sun was seduced by A&R scouts. At the time, say late 80s, Dino Jr. was an annoyance that got in the way of the brilliant noise coming from labels like AmRep and Touch & Go. While those bands were espousing a sound rooted in the future, Dino was basing its material in the past. Some people understood, but I always thought the love for these guys was a follow-the-leader notion rather than something with substance. The band went away in the late 90s and reappeared with Beyond in 2007. The album was hamstrung by a lack of cohesion—what was it? More of the past? Some of today? Farm, though, is the release that brings is all home, where every song is a gem, even when the lyrics get all emo and weepy—a sure sign of pussydom that has no place among the thick guitar wreckage—J. Mascis pulls it together with chunky bits of riffage. “I Want You To Know” is just such a powerhouse—he ain't Neil Young and we aren't about to close our eyes and pretend. And Dino Jr. Is not a legendary rock band—Crazy Horse is. What Farm is, though, is a cool album by a band that has grown backwards into its sound, a reverse transformation. [Jagjaguar]
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