Nothing Yet
“Self-titled”
(Seven Drunk Nights Music)
It might be easy for me to brush this aside as another post-punk era NOFX-esque southern Californian rock trio, but by doing what is easy, Id be selling this small wonder of an album far, far short. With a range that dips into all the following (Police fashioned early eighties rock, aggressive metal, hard-edged political punk) and manages to throw it into the blender of pop sensibility (or non-sensibility) and have it come out to form a tight well-orchestrated album, I give this effort accolades. Nothing Yets riffs crunch forward on fast up-tempo beats that should get even jaded rockers to bob their heads, tap their toes or wag their cocks back and forth like a metronome. Album highlights include the poppy, brattily sung kick-off track, Maldita Sociedad that even features a sparingly used trumpet to help punch things up, and the heavy, earnestly felt, Airplane Crash.