I Give You Canoe!
Amazing Grease Records
the best parts of The Strokes, The Cars, GBV and Jack Black and
rolls it into one big messy ball. Yeah, I know that puts a rather
jaded face on a band that's supposedly legendary in the Austin area
as thee party band to see. And especially considering that The Strokes
suck, The Cars are the zenith of retro, every band and their mother
references GBV these days and Jack Black is pure novelty. Add to
that a noisy, manic, frenetic energy that's not unlike the dreadful
one-trick pony Andrew W.K., and it all should come together into
an awful shit stew. But it doesn't.
There's something remarkably
pure about Canoe that places them above that ignoble fray. Of all
the bands mentioned above, they most resemble The Strokes, but are
about a million times better than that boring, lifeless ensemble
thanks to static energy alone, not to mention an almost carnival-like
kaleidoscope of sound and weirdo-lyrics ("Corndogs Are Our
Friends" is exactly what you expect it to be be about).
You could also bunch
them together with this year's class of NYC garage bands, except
that they augment their slasher guitars with Greg Hawkes-style keyboards
that take you directly to 1980 in a heartbeat. With their less than
acerbic lyrics and reputation for unabashed stage hi-jinx, some
might write them off too quickly as novelty. And that would be a
Posted Aug. 25, 2003.
Copyright © 2003 Tim McMahan. All rights reserved.
the best parts of The Strokes, The Cars, GBV and Jack Black
and rolls it into one big messy ball."