Jeremy Bolen
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rock
Nobody wears black leather jackets anymore, but I sure feel like I should when I'm strutting down the street with Disappears in my ears. The Chicago band's cranky, cantankerous, crank-it-up-crank-it-out Kranky debut Lux is total meat-n-spuds post-punk, nary a brutishly basic drumbeat or scuzzy, reverb-soaked riff out of place. It offers absolutely nothing innovative or original, it's hardly long on melody (frontman/ex-Pony Brian Case wouldn't know what to do with a tune if he had one), and the songs all basically sound the same. But that doesn't stop it from being utterly and undeniably badass.
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