A crazed, unpredictable crash course in making a record
When you’ve headed up such musical luminaries as Drive Like Jehu and Hot Snakes, you’re allowed to make whatever album you want. That’s exactly what Obits have done on this third full-length. Mainman Rick Froberg might be midway through his fifth decade, but he and his cohorts can still make one hell of a racket. Whether the abrasive grunge of ‘Taste The Diff’ or the quasi-surf rock of ‘Spun Out’, the White Stripes-esque blues’n’roll of ‘Malpractice’ or the gentle hippy-folk of ‘Machines’, this is a crazed, unpredictable crash course in making a record and not giving a shit. Fair play!