The Makers 7”; Psychopathia Sexualis CD
I’ve grown quite fond of the Makers of late—there’s no denying both their awful taste in suits and their irresistible take on groovy garage punk. The 7” sounds pretty much exactly the same as their last few albums—not surprising, since it actually came out in 1995 (huh?). It also serves as a pleasant reminder of the band’s manic live show, really the only acceptable follow-up to the tease of a three-year-old single—besides a new album, of course. The latest LP is as trashy and lip-licking as their earlier four—“Sicko Sexual,” especially, will get you bumping and grinding and drooling and drinking. The twist? Don’t get me wrong, I love these guys, but I’ve never before been compelled to describe them as sexy. I’m not sure I want to start now, but there’s something about the come-hither breathiness of the vocals on this record, and the smarmy, greasy, but nonetheless near-romance of the decidedly down-tempo “Love That Is Strange” and other “ballads,” that pressed a button or three over here. Ooooohhhh. (GET HIP; ESTRUS)

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