Rating: NN
Talk about shit luck. Mooney Suzuki get dumped by Columbia just as they’re hitching a wagon to the Strokes during the New York “garage band” bust-out. But corporate mergers leave them lost in the shuffle, torpedoing their momentum until finally they’re released to sign with a new label – V2, who announce last January they’re shuttering the store. So now this album is in limbo with no label or release. Cosmically this might be happening for a reason, because this disc is dullsville. Singer Sammy James Jr. is a crap lyricist (“You may be growing older / But you’ll never be older than dinosaur bones / You’ll never be older than the Rolling Stones”), and his ode to booze, Good Ol’ Alcohol, makes you want to cover your face in embarrassment. Good luck shopping this.
