Crummy Desert Sound
Album | The Resonars
2013's best album of 1966
Plenty of bands claim a garage rock influence, but The Resonars are one of the select few who genuinely sound like they could appear on a Nuggets-style compilation of vintage mid-'60s obscurities. For one thing, frontman Matt Rendon has a classic garage rock voice, rangy and just the right amount of snotty. Secondly, the band's high-energy delivery, powered by James Peters' hyperkinetic drumming and the twin-guitar attack of Rendon and Isaac Reyes, lacks the studied affectedness of so many mainstays of the underground garage revival, who too often play as if they're afraid to sweat through their perfect vintage corduroy-and-paisley outfits. But mostly, the songs on this vinyl-only release are near-perfect little two-and-a-half-minute blasts of teenage alienation ("Invisible Gold"), soaring uplift (the nearly Monkees-like "The World Is Wrong") and psychedelic quasi-profundity ("John Stone Will Be Christian') that are better than anything anyone else in this style has written since the Paisley Underground days. Put it on and dance.
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