Cruz Somers of Socialites sounds like Black Francis fronting a cross
between the Ramones and Devo. Right? Cause eff yah that sounds like something I
wanna do all the time. Or maybe “I Wanna Be Your Dog” run through a rock
crusher might be a more apt description. Ah heck, I’ll go with the first one.
This is LA underground sheez whiz Repo
Man style in abandoned buildings and parking lots, doing crimes and melting
down in Cold War hysteria. There’s a thing as green as this tape in your trunk,
and it flipping glows. These five songs (or six, depending on whether you
consider “Your Future/Dog Dance” one song or two) are causing total panic at
the discotheque, so hit the deck.
I’m almost certain a Trapper Keeper fight is going to break out in my
vicinity. When it does, I’m ready. I have a yellow sport Walkman with this
thing in it, and I’m ready to hit stuff with my binder emblazoned with pastel
geometric shapes. Let’s rock this joint. Let’s remind everybody that this is
how to channel your anger. Let’s jump up and down on industrial scrap. Let’s
drink cheap beer and have fun.
Who cares anymore? Cruz Somers is kicking ass and taking names, wearing
a turtleneck with the sleeves cut off at the shoulders. It probably looks
awesome.
--Ryan Masteller
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