It doesn’t make a damn bit of difference if you cop Bob Pollard, as
long as you do it right. I could end the review right there, because that’s as
much as you need to know, I think. Do you like Bob Pollard? Good. Me too. Let’s
hang out. Let’s listen to Graham Repulski.
Know why? Because Repulski has internalized the vibe of Bee Thousand and Alien Lanes. I know, I know, anybody can record bedroom rock and
roll onto a four-track and get away with a passing grade, but it takes chops
and songwriting skills to make it really work. Repulski’s got those chops –
he’s at once tuneful and inventive, harnessing the hiss and fidelity of his
recording setup and working within those confines to churn out hit after hit. His
songs are mostly brief, not overstaying their welcome at all, and in fact
growing in palatability because of their brevity.
Huh. Sounds like some other musician I know.
Oh yeah! Bob Pollard.
That’s a good thing. While the comparisons are obvious, Repulski’s
songs are just too goddamn good to matter. You’ll have an amazing time with Success Racist. Did I mention that title
is amazing too? Right up the ol’ Bob Pollard naming convention alley. There it
is again! Sorry.
Repulski is from Philly, so that’s different. I hope he’s down with the
hometown nine – I could talk Phillies baseball all day.
Oh shit! Todd Tobias mastered this thing. Well, there you go.
--Ryan Masteller
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