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Album review: Obits
I Blame You
* Obits are Rick Froberg, Sohrab Habibion, Greg Simpson and Scott Gursky.
* Rick Froberg was formerly a member of influential punk groups Pitchfork, Drive Like Jehu and Hot Snakes.
* 'I Blame You' is Obits' debut album.
In 1886, John Styth Pemberton invented Coca-Cola, a drink that was to become world class. A mere 100 years later another American started something just as addictive: an epic supply of punk-tinged garage-rock bands which would keep developing into something tastier. After Pitchfork and Drive Like Jehu’s hardcore batterings, which slammed into the mighty Hot Snakes’ primitive lecture on how rock’n’roll should sound, comes new venture Obits, the latest group fronted by influential punk growler Rick Froberg.
Even if the slightest possibility of another amazing Brooklyn band has your head in tatters, hold up, because you need to get acquainted with these East Siders. Whether you realise it or not, the sound empire belonging to Froberg alone has racked up more mixtape brownie points over the years than spoilt kids have had Betty Crocker muffins. Obits create the same buzz in your brain that was almost certainly present the first time you heard The Hives or The Vines, the feeling which had you so giddy that you perfected excitement wees to rival a puppy (probably). This time, though, it’s not bratty whipper-snappers but a fine veteran taking the lead.
‘Talking To The Dog’ acts as a great housework tune while you clean up
your inappropriate incontinence and ‘Pine On’ is brimming with rockabilly six-strings. ‘Widow Of My Dreams’ takes a fresh look at some ’60s rock’n’roller stylings and the title track is a fling with the blues. Just as your tastebuds are confirming that you do indeed fancy o’ bit (arf!) of this, you’re already glugging another glass of Froberg’s winning recipe. God love rock’n’roll.
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