Some folks like to say that history is cyclical, and it certainly supports this theory that just as a bunch of young bucks have (once again) come along to say that
rock & roll
is getting stale and needs a good dose of high attitude and fuzz-tone energy,
the Fleshtones
-- who've been saying the same thing since 1977 -- have re-emerged to remind the world how this whole "super
rock
" thing is supposed to be done. Maybe they don't dress quite as sharp as
the Hives
, or pose as well as
the Strokes
, or get worshiped by the British press quite like
the White Stripes
, but one spin of
' 2003 platter
Do You Swing?
proves that if you wanna get a
dance party started,
Peter Zaremba
and company are still your finest one-stop shopping place. And perhaps having some fresh competition (not to mention facing the fear of being outclassed by bands fronted by guys who weren't even alive when
played their first gigs) has been just what these folks have needed, because
is one of the strongest
Fleshtones
albums to date, boasting material every bit as potent as what they served up on
Roman Gods
and
Hexbreaker
, and sounding fresh, energetic, and gloriously alive.
Rick Miller
from
Southern Culture on the Skids
produced
at his home studio, and the results have a bright, punchy sound that never gets in the way of the reverb and/or fuzz, and the vibe is at once loose and perfectly focused. And from the
Swingin' Medallions-esque
"I'm Back Again,"
the
R&B
-flavored
"Hard Lovin' Man,"
the tribute to
's greatest chord changes,
"1-4-5,"
and their ode to living in one of Brooklyn's least-gentrified neighborhoods,
"Destination Greenpoint,"
have come up with a batch of top-shelf songs that show them to their advantage. It would be silly to say
are back, since they never went away, but after 26 years in the game,
shows they've still got the
-- and if anything, they're getting better at serving it up. Pour yourself a Blue Whale and check this disc out pronto. ~ Mark Deming