I like gleefully trashy electro-rock and pervy humour as much as the next guy, but six years after Larry Tee launched his Electroclash Festival, that whole shitty synths/lo-fi beats/shouty-lyrics-about-dirty-sex aesthetic sounds as tired as a horse ridden hard and shoved in a closet wet.
That's not to say All The Sweet Stuff, the latest collection of raunchy bubblegum anthems about pussy, cock, jerking off, beer bongs and Crisco lube from Oakland's Gravy Train!!!! is crap. If you were into their last album, the one before that or the one before that, you'll love this - it's the same. If you get off on cute 20-something fags and hipster chicks speak-singing about dirty things, and Farfisas that sound like they've been rotting in a Value Village in Milton make you wet, this is for you.
But it's hard not to feel like Gravy Train!!!! are just hitting the same pre-programmed cheesy riff on their Casio and giggling instead of trying to evolve. Better to watch them bust moves live.
Gravy Train!!!! get bent at Lee's Palace Tuesday (July 17).