THE BRIEFS
Hit After Hit (Dirtnap)
Reviewed by Jason Thornberry
In remembrance of the late Joey Ramone my friend
Dave has worn a Rocket to Russia shirt every
single day since at the record shop he runs. He’s
recently alternated it with one that simply says
their name inside a presidential seal. I love the
Ramones as well, and was surprised to see that a
band called The Briefs had recorded an entire
album in solemn memoria of our hero.
Well played, tuneful songs here, but how tired
and played out is a musical style allowed to get
before it’s finally given up in shame?
Hello?
Their bio calls them "New Wave with bite." Yeah,
they bite, alright. They’re biting pretty hard on
the thirteen Hits here. Late 70s/early 80s
four-chord British and New York
"Whoooa-yeah!" punk gets drug from it’s
karaoke confines, dusted off, and resuscitated
with some hasty
"hopefully-you’re-too-young-to-remember-this-stuff"
bravado. Only thing is, The Ramones did it
so much better. Same goes for the
Weirdos, who’s whole M.O. also gets buggered
shamelessly and without mercy by The Briefs.
I think my friend Dave would be offended by Hit
After Hit. I know I was. Take those cheap
sunglasses off, guys, and you might notice that
music has actually moved on. You just look dorky.
Why on earth would I buy a low-rent version of
something I can probably find used in Dave’s
shop?
Why does this band even exist?
© 2001 - Jason Thornberry