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White Denim
Fits
Downtown Records
Rating: 4.5 out of 5

Gawddamn!! This is every rock fanatics dream come true.

I could comfortably end this review right here because that’s all you need and that is everything White Denim gives you. Fits may make you want to dry hump anything and everything with your gyrating, but this album is not the fast and furious more than it is a continuous outburst of guitar chords and drum poundings to the crotch. It deserves a little more explanation than simply saying that the rumbling in your ears is a mere after effect from what these songs will do to you.

If “Radio Milk How Can You Stand It” does not pull you in horns first, then “Say What You Want” and “El Hard Attack” will. For the first half of this album, they just keep punching you in the ear drums with one great guitar riff after another. “El Hard Attack” acts as if Santana got jumped in a back alley. As bloody and bruised as you are from that, it will not matter because you will still be grinding them hips to “I Start To Run.” With jaw agape and body in an uncontrollable fit, you will be amazed at the amount of rock this band can expel.

And it’s forgivable that they slow down for “Paint Yourself,” a song that sounds like a dirty outtake from the Beggar’s Banquet session. And “I’d Have It Just The Way We Were” is the weakest point of the album. And even then, it is still better than what many indie rockers can even dream about.

“Syncn” ends the album completely different than how they began. In its post-coital ambiance,  it’s a song that after listening to it, makes you question what you heard at the beginning of the album was real or not. Was that some of the greatest superfuzz rock and roll I have heard in years? Did it really happen at all?

Fits is a masochistic foot in the face of killer rock and roll and late night expressive rock innuendos. They may not wine and dine you, but they can sure give you the grit.

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