It’s extremely difficult to have as much fun as Sneaky Pinks do if you’re taking your music career seriously. I remember some dude in a recording studio telling me about how his shitty country band had to can its drummer because he wore shorts instead of jeans. My point being, a lot of musicians take themselves so seriously it’s completely within reason to dismiss them immediately. The trick with a song like “Puke Pudding” is that the Pinks actually do care about their music, they’re just smart enough to obey their instincts, which in this case result in a predilection for simple pogo-punk riffs, steady drum beats you can only hear during guitar/bass breaks, and lyrics/vocals with more of a garage-rock feel to them. The production of both songs swings wildly. You won’t even know the bassist is there, the suddenly his banana-handed lines sprawl out over the arrangements like fine-pudding’d puke. As usual with this band, the guitar is rock-steady and Ramones-y. Purple vinyl, and a limited number of servings of it, so dine or your hopes of being right with punk will be dashed.
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