White Reaper hearkens back to a time when The Beatles, Surf Rock and loud, snotty garage bands all coexisted on some weird plane of relative equilibrium. The hallmarks of the trio are not particularly unique, but they’re classic — loud, slashing guitars, Farfisa organs slinking through melodies like charmed snakes and bass and drums working together like convicts on a chain gang. Hamburg and London in the ’60s, New York in the ’70s, Los Angeles in the ’80s, White Reaper in the now. Screw the Delorean — if you’re looking for a time machine, grap a copy of White Reaper Does It Again, slap the vinyl (it’s available in all the other ways too, you big babies) on the turntable (Google it, kids) and be transported back to the birth of Punk.
You’ll Dig It If You Dig: The Who play The Prince and the Pauper with The Seeds; nobody learns anything but the party is awesome. (BB)