Somehow New York's notorious garage-pop band (named after the first two vocalists in Can) have shuffled through a decade now without enjoying the swift, snowballing success of the Strokes and other peers. Yet they may have the last laugh, and not just because (ironically or what?) they get fat cheques for contributing songs to Suzuki ads. After establishing themselves as hard-working, soulful rockers with tunes to burn across such albums as the astutely-titled Electric Sweat, they wobbled during an ill-advised experiment with “maximalism,” crafting the over-the-top Alive & Amplified opus with Avril Lavigne's production crew the Matrix. They tried to sell out; they failed. Fortunately their good-natured contributions to Jack Black's School of Rock movie, plus the fact that they still — as is gloriously evidenced here — cut it, mean they retain our goodwill.

This fifth album finds them doing what they do best: cooking together the best elements of '60s Brit-pop, hard-ass punk and Stax-infused blues, and delivering a rush of something as delicious as it is derivative. From the fevered grind of “99%” on, they don't let up. Sammy James Jr. curls his larynx around some cutely insightful couplets as the guitars ring like the Faces, … read more »