The renaissance at Sub Pop continues apace following hot on the heels of the post punk new wave pop revivalism of Hot Hot Heat comes erm - the post hard-core lo-fi pop revivalism of the Thermals: four emotionally compromised nu-shamblers out of Portland, Oregon.
Wearing their Sebadoh patches proudly on their GBV long sleeve tees, the Thermals sure know how to rattle proceedings along some: 13 tracks = 27 odd minutes. More Parts Per Million seems to gather momentum as it unfolds like the band are keen to get to the end maybe theyve got something more interesting to do after the session ends.
The Thermals do concise very well. They have that www.alt.US/rock thing bugging along nicely. Add equal shots of both Pixies & early Pavement to the Sebadoh shapes being thrown onto the dimly lit wall behind the group & your evenings entertainment is just about complete. Singer, Hutch Harris, has a worrying tendency to sound a bit too much like that twat out of Placebo, which does stop you clutching More Parts Per Million immediately to your chest & announcing youre prepared to fight all comers for it, but its a close call.
No Culture Icons is the key here:
Hardly art, hardly starving, hardly art, hardly garbage, hardly art, hardly started..
..no getting psyched on no culture icons
More Parts Per Million is the kind of LP Sub Pop should release more of its lo-fi punk rock pop its why we fell in love with the label in the first place. So, if youre reading this Mr Sub Pop more Thermals, less alt.co art bollocks, cheers.
The Thermals will more than likely be over in the UK soon to support this release with a few live shows to promote it not that we have any definite information along those lines, you understand its just what bands do part of the business, if you like. If youre that keen, why not visit their website where Hutch, Kathy, Jordan & Ben will be more than happy to provide you with all the Thermals information your little heart desires.
So, its a happy day at Misery Ranch your Sebadoh, Sentridoh & Playdough CDs have got a new title to sit next to them in the rack oh joy of joys. Lou Barlow is more than likely imploding the Folk Implosion as we speak & dusting down the Marshalls for the mother of all reunions. You have been as warned as weve been warmed. Remember, if you get stuck you can just chuck them the fuck out.
Johnny Forgotten tMx10 July 2003