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MOJO
Dave Fridmann comes down to earth to the dark side to produce some authentic New York grime. Those who suspect The Strokes of being milk-fed arrivistes should hook up with Grand Mal, a picaresque five piece who have clearly been around their Brooklyn block a few times. The title of their third album is loaded with wry self-knowledge – 1999’s addictive Maledictions aced the scuzzy NYC sound just before it rose again – but core member and former St. Johnny frontman Bill Whitten has no need for fashion. Bad Timing sends his strung out rock’n’roll a few stops further down the tracks to Main Street. Lay Right Down and Disaster Film combine scuzzy guitars with surprisingly poignant lyrics of good times gone bad (“Don’t burn my house down/Don’t OD in my bathroom”). Nobody’s idea of “the new rock’n’roll” certainly, but it rings seductively true.
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