1990's

It's hard to nail down a band that jumps from garage rock to doo-wop to indie pop to post-punk, but such is the charm of the 1990s. They channel the sleaze of Eagles of Death Metal ("Vondelpark," "Kickstrasse") as swiftly as the melodrama of the Cure ("Local Science") and the frisky pop of Cake ("Everybody Please Relax"). While their focus may be scarce, it's easy to get lured in to their unassuming "oh-oh-oh's" and "na-na-na's," their sugarcoated sarcasm ("I'm moving to Hollywood/ I'll be a Scientologist by June") and their overall ability to tackle so many sounds in under an hour.

1990s are three drunk louts from Scotland who've got classic American rock & roll running
through their veins. On their second disc, the trio pump out tightly wound,
Seventies–sounding punk with a dozen near–perfect tunes about American pastimes such
as smoking pot on a lazy afternoon ("Vondelpark"), popping Xanax ("Kickstrasse") and
moving to California to enroll in Scientology ("Everybody Please Relax"). Their m... More >