Arts The Underture
posted by June 7 at 11:47 AMon
Since you all loved my Tommy coverage so much (btw dunderheads: In the 7th grade, after I bought the Who album, I drove my mom, dad, and big brother completely crazy because I would not. stop. singing. “I’m a gypsy/the acid queen” over and over for about a month), I wanted to alert you to my coverage in this week’s Stranger of the greatest punk new wave band ever.
Here’ the anti-Ramones thesis statement :
It’s the Kmart barre-chord electric-guitar riffs and spat-out lyrics—”Hero Worship” and “52 Girls” are the standouts—that give the album a “we are fucking serious” octane that the “we are goofing” Ramones never matched. And it is that realization, that the B-52s were fucking serious about their monster-movie shtick, that they meant it when they sang—no, pleaded—”Don’t go on the patio, beware of the pool,” that makes their histrionic pose legitimate and beautiful.