GARAGE ROCK
Disgraceland sticks to a pretty simple musical formula that pays big dividends: fat hooks, catchy melodies, and a brash, too-young-to-give-a-fuck attitude that suits a band whose median age barely affords its members the right to sidle up to the bar after gigs. The album is playfully debauched fun completely stripped of the stress or baggage that can often come with the dreaded “next big thing” tag. Cuomo’s lyrics play like a detour through the mind of your typical teenage kid. “I can’t walk, and I can’t dance/ Give me a smile, then take off your pants,” he professes with cockeyed swagger on lead track “Southern Comfort”. Dumb? Absolutely, but that’s part of the charm.
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