FORTY-FIVES
Fight Dirty (Yep Roc)
Reviewed by John Sekerka

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The Forty-Fives, as in singles, seven inchers, you know: melt in the sun mini slabs of wax that required an rpm shift up from thirty-three on the folks' clunky hi-fi console to sound just right. Pulsing garage rock with a snaky B-3 Hammond groove courtesy of a guy named Trey puts just enough sweet soul into the mix. Many try to capture the rippin' ravin' down and dirty r'n'b white boy trash sound of the mid-sixties, to no avail. The Forty-Fives get it right, and they manage to chug that magic along for the entire disc, or collection of 45s if you will. This is the shit (good shit, not bad) you need to crank up the weekend in fine roof shingle rattling style.

© 2002 - John Sekerka