eMusic Review 0
Anyone who thinks four-chord punk rock is played out is directed to this 2004 cluster-bomb of an album, on which Portland, Oregon's finest demonstrate that punk can be very simple, very angry, very smart, and incredibly fresh. The Thermals' songs often sound like they're streamlined versions of something much more complicated, played with their fuzzboxes and tempos cranked up all the way. Singer/guitarist Hutch Harris's rat-a-tat four- and five-syllable lines build from the sounds of words as much as their meanings ("End to Begin" opens with "Water food and drive/ We're great/ The sun sets later"). But they also speak on behalf of a generational cross-section aflame with political and cultural indignation, and clinging to sex as an arena where they actually do have power: Most of these songs are written in the first-person plural. Every riff explodes into a bigger one; every sweaty, breathless two-minute song's conclusion sets off another one almost like it.