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Ripping through a portal from the basements of Kalamazoo, Michigan, the release of The Spits VI has arrived. This full length, self recorded album from Thriftstore Records ranges from the weird to the wild. Buzz saw guitars and catchy hooks are mixed with low budget horror effects to create a unique view of a dystopian world. With songs of terror, despair, hope and heartbreak, this one has something for the whole nuclear family!
Our take: VI is the new album from the legendary and long-running punk band the Spits. Despite its title, Iâm not sure whether itâs actually their sixth album⌠Iâd say itâs more like their seventh or eighth, but regardless, they have quite a few full-length albums under their belt. When I first listened to VI, I thought about how the Spits are now in the territory of bands like the Ramones, Motorhead, and Iron Maiden. All these bands have large catalogs that more or less stick to the same style, and while a lot of listeners feel like they only need the classic albums, a dedicated contingent of fans ride hard for the entire catalog. Itâs easy to dismiss these long-lived bands as successful branding exercises, or (a little more generously) to say that they found a âformulaâ and stuck with it. I donât think thatâs the case with any of these bands, including the Spits. I donât want to name names, but there are plenty of bands that stick to the same style for a long time, and plenty of those bands suck and never get much better than that, no matter how long they continue plying their trade. But for a band like the Spits, it seems more like theyâve found a comfortable pair of jeans they want to wear for the rest of their lives. The jeans look good on them, can be mixed and matched with different clothing items and work in a variety of different contexts. And just as a person is not their jeans, the Spitsâ are not just their sound. Inside the Spitsâ fast drums, distorted guitars, and catchy keyboard lines is some fucking great songwriting. This hit me on my third or fourth listen to VI, when the track âKop Karâ came on. This song is fucking great! I canât imagine anyone but the Spits doing it, and it can stand toe to toe with the classics from across their catalog, whether youâre talking about âRip Up the Streetsâ or âLet Us Play Your Party.â And itâs not the only good song on the album, either. Theyâre all good, some of them are great, and none of them suck even a little. By using the same logo on all of their albums and not giving most of them titles, the Spits invite you to dismiss any particular record as âjust another Spits album.â Theyâre playing you. This isnât just another Spits album, itâs another fucking great Spits album.
Our take: VI is the new album from the legendary and long-running punk band the Spits. Despite its title, Iâm not sure whether itâs actually their sixth album⌠Iâd say itâs more like their seventh or eighth, but regardless, they have quite a few full-length albums under their belt. When I first listened to VI, I thought about how the Spits are now in the territory of bands like the Ramones, Motorhead, and Iron Maiden. All these bands have large catalogs that more or less stick to the same style, and while a lot of listeners feel like they only need the classic albums, a dedicated contingent of fans ride hard for the entire catalog. Itâs easy to dismiss these long-lived bands as successful branding exercises, or (a little more generously) to say that they found a âformulaâ and stuck with it. I donât think thatâs the case with any of these bands, including the Spits. I donât want to name names, but there are plenty of bands that stick to the same style for a long time, and plenty of those bands suck and never get much better than that, no matter how long they continue plying their trade. But for a band like the Spits, it seems more like theyâve found a comfortable pair of jeans they want to wear for the rest of their lives. The jeans look good on them, can be mixed and matched with different clothing items and work in a variety of different contexts. And just as a person is not their jeans, the Spitsâ are not just their sound. Inside the Spitsâ fast drums, distorted guitars, and catchy keyboard lines is some fucking great songwriting. This hit me on my third or fourth listen to VI, when the track âKop Karâ came on. This song is fucking great! I canât imagine anyone but the Spits doing it, and it can stand toe to toe with the classics from across their catalog, whether youâre talking about âRip Up the Streetsâ or âLet Us Play Your Party.â And itâs not the only good song on the album, either. Theyâre all good, some of them are great, and none of them suck even a little. By using the same logo on all of their albums and not giving most of them titles, the Spits invite you to dismiss any particular record as âjust another Spits album.â Theyâre playing you. This isnât just another Spits album, itâs another fucking great Spits album.