The Raveonettes have gone back to noise for this album, so if you like them best when they sound like early Jesus and Mary Chain, you’ll be annoying your neighbours for months with this. It’s not a completely derivative tribute to Psychocandy, but they’d be lying if they pretended they don’t owe a heavy debt to it.
It’s all songs about sex and death gently sung over chords and rhythms borrowed from 60s bubblegum pop, drenched in reverb and then ripped apart by some terrifying shards of distorted guitar. It’s a limited palette to be sure, but they do it well. However, cutting out a few songs would have made a stronger statement if they’re going to follow such a tight formula and narrow range of influences.
The Raveonettes play Friday (March 21), at the Opera House.