COACHWHIPS
Peanut Butter and Jelly Live at the Ginger Minge
Narnack
· At 10 songs and 18 minutes, Coachwhips’ entire album clocks in at 17 minutes shorter than one track from the forthcoming Mars Volta album. Seriously.
As bloodied and bruised purveyors of no-frills rock ’n’ roll, Coachwhips take their job seriously. With a photo collage of the trio showing off their post-show injuries acting as the primary visual accompaniment to the furious pace they establish, there’s little doubt as to the band’s intent: to bludgeon their way through some of the most spastic and primal rock music of the past decade. And while the success of their last tour de force, 2004’s Bangers Vs. Fuckers, was largely based on the visceral, unadorned but inherently familiar approach to garage rock and blues, the band seems more content to let things get even less structured on Peanut Butter and Jelly Live at the Ginger Minge (which, incidentally, is not a live album).
Val-Tronic’s keyboard is more upfront than on their last record, and vocalist-guitarist John Dwyer’s voice is even more strangled and incomprehensible (made marginally more understandable by the included lyric sheet), but Coachwhips haven’t lost the throbbing boogie that continues to transform each blast of music into a straight-up sex jam. "Ya No Ya Wanna" and "Did You Cum?" make you want to get down, and album closer "Your Party Will Be A Success," (clocking in at an epic four minutes), is roughly the length it would take you to roll over and smoke that sweaty post-bang cigarette. Coachwhips are like that person you see once or twice a year and with whom you spend that time having the best sex of your life. By the time you’re scrambling to the airport, drained and euphoric, you’re already wondering when your next visit will be.
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