Pounding out their own battered and bruised version of rock 'n' roll, The Everyothers
have some great punches. Their moody, swaggering sounds seethe with intensity,
building intricately, then breaking into an explosion of sneering emotion.
Fronted by singer/guitarist Owen McCarthy's Lou Reed-like delivery, the
New York City foursome offers an original, touching brand of slithering,
dark punk-rock. Made gritty by the concrete jungle that bore it, the
early Elvis Costello-influenced album thrusts and gyrates in the more
sinister areas of rock. Lead track "Can't Get Around" captivates with
its big, bouncing rhythm section, while the cabaret-tinged "Ticket Home" swings
to and fro with catchy up-close croons, thumping beats and huffing and
puffing bass lines. The grinding, distorted "English Cigarettes" explores
drug addiction, while the acoustic, minimal closer "Dead Star" finds
flight on airy, twinkling melodies and revelation.
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