With the exception of Karen O's Chrissie Hynde update and the unlikely possibility that the Strokes might make it to a fourth record, NYC's early-'00s hyped-up trustafarian moment has mainly just engendered more skepticism and backlash. The hype's mostly dead. Undaunted, these two Brooklyn bands inhabit dives, overpriced efficiencies, middle-class pasts, and irritable moods miles removed from Williamsburg's Interpol-themed hair salons. Both DC Snipers and LiveFastDie honor a musical lineage located about a ten-hour drive west and thirty years back: the industrial Midwest's scuzz-punk past.
The Snipers sling a slopped slash of devolved rust-belt rock 'n' roll rumblings (à la Rocket from the Tombs and Electric Eels) stained with the slicing guitars and cheap keys of other obscure lo-fi '70s punk revivalists, but that facade of cool will probably crumble should the bartender offer a few free beers during soundcheck. Ditto LiveFastDie, which flaunts an obsession with 1973 Stooges, played for lugubrious laughs. Featuring former members of garage revival roustabouts Some Action and Electric Shadows, these guys sport a new drummer every few days (six for this tour alone!), dabble in stoopidly naughty lyrics, and are only beginning to tap into their potential (unless you're talking bar taps). Both bands chose to unleash their cool debuts on the Cali scuzz-punk imprint Deadbeat odd that a label way out here represents for sounds so steeped in the frozen puke of Northeastern alleys.
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