S.U.G.A.R.
S.U.G.A.R. ALIEN SNATCH
Berlin brats S.u.g.a.r. apparently could not care less about grumpy ol’ Bob Mould’s similarly monickered outfit, Their sound reflects that snatch’n’grab-as-you-please attitude, too, dipping freely into Stones, MC5, Ramones, Cramps… whatever greasy teenage slime they can get their hands on. It’s all there in this selftitled album, a flailing, reckless assault of dirty denim and well-battered riffs that congeal into a collection of perfect punk-rock nuggets.
In classic garage-scum fashion they get in and out quick; the whole album is over and done with in a snappy 20 minutes. And it’s an eventful and frequently thrilling ride, from the speedy bludgeon of opener I Don’t Want To Be Your Friend to the 60s-inspired Detroit rock city rave-up I Feel Alright. Speaking of Motor City, Let It Go even lets loose with some Stooge-y sax skronking outta nowhere.
If you dig your rock’n’ roll fast, cheap and outta control, then this is where it’s at. ■■■■■■■■■■