This record is such a fucking fun listen. Ears Like Golden Bats makes me wish I was of the time when credible musicians wore t-shirts tucked in to khaki pants. Big, plastic, thin-rimmed glasses...flay-away, homemade haircuts...all without the slightest bit of irony.
Nerd Pop, ladies and gents.
When I listen to this record, all I can visualize is a stage full of 4 or 5 of rocking Bill Gates. They move really awkwardly to their own music, while the audience dances the night away with moves borrowed from the prom-goers in Fast Times At Ridgemont High.
The Feelies, The Mekons, and Edwyn Collins/Orange Juice. Throw them in a blender and you get this album. My Teenage Stride has done nothing really to advance this little rock and roll sub-genre. But they have taken some of the best moves from the originators and made songs that are so very easy to enjoy. If you own a car, this would be great driving music.
Tell me Bill Gates, does My Teenage Stride make you swoon?
I thought so.
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