Black Lips-Good Bad Not Evil
VICE
Raucous, wreckless, acidfried garage rock from Atlanta braves.
Pulling back slightly from the grime-smeared lo-fi love letter to late-'60s weirdness that was 2005's Let It Bloom, the fourth album from these prolific and terrifyingly young Atlanta garage rockers draws their clatter of clanging riffs and sleepy-eyed pop melodies into tight-but-loose focus. Black Lips describe their sound as "flower-punk", encompassing ramshackle shanties (Katrina), limber and lairy rave-ups referencing everyone from The Standells to The Stooges, and ersatz country ache (How Do You Tell A Child That Someone Has Died). Indeed, the eerie evocation of bygone eras would leave Black Lips open to accusations of pastiche, if their lusty attack didn't stomp such reservations into the dust. Howling and hopped-up on some unnamed stimulants, Black Lips conjure not only the riffs of the early garage squallers, but their very spirit.
Stevie Chick
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