“I don’t owe you anything” screams Dave Grohl over and over in “I’ll Stick Around,” and it sounds at once like a desperate chant against evil thoughts, a bitter testimonial to history and the needed disposal of some traumatic baggage. “I want out / I’m alone and I’m an easy target,” he worries two songs…
Toadies’ post-punk hard rock seemed a natural for radio, but the Dallas/Ft. Worth quartet had to tour with Bush for the better part of a year before Rubberneck‘s virtues were exposed to such a broad audience. Certainly the songs — especially “Possum Kingdom” — are a bouncing good time, and guitarist Todd Lewis has the…
It’s the most obvious things that are the easiest to overlook. Like the early, underground days of the Ramones, when the bare-bones reduction of pop and punk seemed too simpleminded to matter but was quickly proven to be a brilliant, trailblazing invention, Weezer exists on two completely different levels of creative achievement. It’s no coincidence…
I could be wrong, but – adding together a decade of Trouser Press magazine, five Trouser Press Record Guides and a whole lot of freelance writing — I may have reviewed as many albums as any American rock critic this side of Bob Christgau.
