People forget one crucial point when making music that falls into the general garage-rock, punk, or even post-punk. It was never just about making a racket…it was about making a beautiful racket! Early punk sounded like ragged, raging pop songs on speed. Garage rock might have lacked finesse, but it was engaging and energetic. One of the many things that I admire about St. Divine is that they get this, so while their music has the ability to be challenging, raw, and dark… it is never less than infectious as hell.
Taking as its launch point yet another bafflingly dumb and incoherent statement from the “leader of the free world,” “30 Dolls” is a snarling satire on current American Government Policy (although that does make it sound like there is any plan to what is happening).
Guitars rip through the air, depth charge basses drive forward, drums pound, and over this on-the-edge raw- and ripped sonic tirade, the vocals are…well, all over the place (in the very best of ways) – choral interludes, machine gun verses and choruses that sound like Cherrie Curry ““Cherry Bomb” -ing the Donald J Trump White House Amusement Park and Money Laundering Facility. (Imagine having to celebrate your country’s 250th anniversary with this guy running the show)
But as I was saying, for all the songs’ aggression and attitude, bile and bombast, sneer and subversiveness… you will be dancing to it before the first chorus is even done. I’ll put money on it…laundered or otherwise.
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