Pics and footage from Golden Triangle shows come across as, in no particular order: the beginning of an orgy; a Wiccan gathering; an out-of-control, audience-participation performance-art installation; and, well, a punk-rock show. So, does Double Jointer come anywhere near all that wild energy? Uhh...yeah. In fact, it has me at opener "Cinco de Mayo," a nice paint-splatter of seminally tinged garage mayhem. I'm still with it through "Blood and Arrow," with its repetitive Grade-B horror-guitar refrain, and "Neon Noose," both of which are driven by galloping John Doe/Exene-style (slightly dissonant) harmonies, with the Slits in phantom evidence.
Unlike hordes of ’60s and/or vintage Punk-riffing/imitative groups around, GT just IS the energy. I mean, "I Want to Know" is like someone threw Question Mark & the Mysterians, the Cramps, and Yardbirds into a collider. All I want to know is, when's the show?
Producer Chris Coady's distant, slightly tinny mix aids the sensation of gyrating in a cavernous basement after downing more than a few brews, especially to closer "Arson Wells," a workout that functions here as "Tobacco Road" did for the Blues Magoos.
Pics and footage from Golden Triangle shows come across as, in no particular order: the beginning of an orgy; a Wiccan gathering; an out-of-control, audience-participation performance-art installation; and, well, a punk-rock show. So, does Double Jointer come anywhere near all that wild energy? Uhh...yeah. In fact, it has me at opener "Cinco de Mayo," a nice paint-splatter of seminally tinged garage mayhem. I'm still with it through "Blood and Arrow," with its repetitive Grade-B horror-guitar refrain, and "Neon Noose," both of which are driven by galloping John Doe/Exene-style (slightly dissonant) harmonies, with the Slits in phantom evidence.
Unlike hordes of ’60s and/or vintage Punk-riffing/imitative groups around, GT just IS the energy. I mean, "I Want to Know" is like someone threw Question Mark & the Mysterians, the Cramps, and Yardbirds into a collider. All I want to know is, when's the show?
Producer Chris Coady's distant, slightly tinny mix aids the sensation of gyrating in a cavernous basement after downing more than a few brews, especially to closer "Arson Wells," a workout that functions here as "Tobacco Road" did for the Blues Magoos.