Rock poet Zachary Lipez’s voice is more full-bodied and in-tune than I’ve ever heard it – entering British pop territory. The JJ Paradise Players Club rhythm section of Bill Miller and Jim Paradise prove that they’re still one of the tightest and most muscular in New York, Johnny Rauberts and Tim Murray’s dual guitars do all kinds of slippery octave work, feedback, precise glass shard slicing, and, in odd places, full-on macho man powerchording.
This is one of
those records that contains equal parts metallic brutality and catchy
candy melodicism. As Zach says, "Metal feels good in your mouth."
What if the Strokes didn’t spend their twenties being rock stars
but working at Mars Bar instead? Did you get it? Have you got it?
© New York Night Train , 2006