Murder City Devils (CD)
The Murder City Devils strutted onto the scene with their 1997 eponymous debut, which unleashed straight-ahead punk weighted down with the leg irons of heavy rock. The creepy-crawly organ lends a horror movie mood, and the gravelly growl of Spencer Moody's voice evokes all the despair of finding yourself alone again at last call. Along with layers of sleazy rock guitar, these foundations make the Murder City Devils a raw rock force to be reckoned with; however, on this album the band is still finding its sea legs. These were the days when Moody still had his Poindexter image -- neat Oxford shirt and round glasses on a cherubic face -- hinting that his punk was all inside, until he released his demons onstage. The poor recording quality, which has thin sound and tinny drums, deflects from the songs' power. The album has an intoxicating grit and swagger, though, with moments that shine. The keyboards on "Dance Hall Music" tempt with melodic quicksand that provides a backbone to thick muddy guitars. And "Boom Swagger Boom" is a classic of self-assured sexy fun with a playful campiness -- handclaps punctuate a slinky spy theme melody with Moody's gruff voice joined by coy female backing vocals. "Get Off the Floor" is hard driving punk with a sly guitar and pulverizing lyrics, highlighting Moody's ability to take a few words and drive them into your skull, making a song out of repetition and varied rhythm. A good choice for those interested in the progression of this rock outfit or those who prefer a stripped-down punk production, but not the rock & roll rampage of the later works. ~ Sarah Tomlinson, All Music Guide
| Tracklisting | |
| Disk | 1 | |
| 1 | Dance Hall Music |
| 2 | It's in My Heart |
| 3 | Boom Swagger Room |
| 4 | Get off the Floor |
| 5 | Flashbulb |
| 6 | Broken Glass |
| 7 | Murder City Roit |
| 8 | Sick of Dreaming |
| 9 | Make It on My Own |
| 10 | Tell You Brother |
| Dustin The Failure
- Otsego, MI, USA |
| Well, I ordered this from the fine folks at Insound, actually. It rocks rather mightily, if I do say so myself... nothing that tops their follow-up, "Empty Bottles, Broken Hearts", but what album by anyone does that, really? This album's relative lack of polish is disconcerting at first; the band sounds twice as snarly, and ten times as "punk" (despite the organ). Still, it grows on you, like a really ugly wart you grow to love and cherish. It's also goofier than what came after, but what's the harm in that? Add to that the great (and very amusing) Iggy Pop tribute "Broken Glass", and you've got yourself 22 minutes and as many seconds of pure sign-of-the-beast rock fury. | |