Critics have accurately identified a few musical archetypes over the relatively brief course of contemporary pop music. The Tortured Poet (Townes Van Zandt - Elliot Smith) The Rock-n-Roll Bad Boy (take your pick) and so on. Allow me to add The Incorruptible Garage Band. Blame Nirvana, the Ramones, whoever, but a formula has developed wherein energetic young people of varying skill levels gather in the home, exercise their first amendment rights to rock the fuck out and eventually land a record deal which includes a lifetime of opportunities to sell out. It's the American dream, really.
For this particular archetype talent is no substitute for playing loud and fast on a self-financed collection of beat up instruments, blown amps and fried wires. But even if it's about the sizzle and not the steak you still have to have a fire. And a steak. The Incorruptible Garage Band can't afford steak, they're on a popcorn budget, but rather than pop it up nice and salty over a roaring fire Wavves put the jiffy-pop in the microwave - all stupid sparks and loud noises. It's a little bit of masochistic fun but in the end you're left with a sputtering mess and nothing to chew on, just a ruined microwave and the smell of burnt popcorn.
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