With a careful mix of Jabbers-era
G.G. Allin, the Dead Boys, and the Sex Pistols, the Plain Dealers play some of
the catchiest music I’ve heard to date, and still manage to sound original
without it seeming contrived. This
record had me singing along to the words in no time, and relating to them
shortly thereafter. The mix on this
record is just fantastic- everything is audible, none of it overbearing; I
don’t think there is one error in the audio mix here. The nascent voice is a piercing sneer that
rings in one’s ear for hours- classic.
The guitars, bass, and drums mesh together to create an impeccable
rhythm that drives the vocals along as the singer croons about scum-city living-
much as Detroit is known for that sort of thing, Cleveland is also an arbiter
of dirty, depraved life, and I could not be more glad that it is, because it is
cities like that which inspire people to create music like this. One of the best classic-sounding punk records
I’ve ever heard, and that includes the classics.
-Aunty Social
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