Without the rough punk sound, the songs on this record would be ridiculously dopey. Just about every song is about love in its various stages, and most include lines that rhyme “girl” with “world” and “gone away” with “here to stay”. That said, I didn’t mind so much. Between the inventive melodies and jagged guitar fuzz, this record was a lot of fun.
Apparently (and I have no idea if this is true), the manager of the band called them “the best band in America” shortly before they crashed their tour van, killing three of the four band members. Of such provenance, rock legends are born, and I was sort of expecting the Exploding Hearts to be the greatest thing I’d never heard. They weren’t that, but they were an entertaining listen with at least 4 quality songs. I suspect they would have been fantastic live. Sadly, I’ll never know.
(FYI: The songs I liked were “Modern Kicks” and the very catchy “I’m a Pretender” which start the album, and “Sleeping Aides and Razorblades” and “Rumors in Town” which fall right at the midpoint of the record. The second pair of songs, especially, rocked my world.)
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