An Obelisk The sixth album from Glen Rock, New Jersey's Titus Andronicus, races from the traps utterly devoid of unnecessary trimmings. It is what it is. And what it seems to be initially is Bob Mould and Bruce Springsteen getting together to churn out some Stiff Little Fingers songs.
Appropriate really because Bob Mould is at the helm, producing the record. A blue collar protest album that slows proceedings down for a blues workout with My Body and Me and good time boogie for Hey Ma before returning to the Punk Rock template where it seems most comfortable.
The record lost me at points, then persuaded me back on board. As someone who has a lot more time for The Clash to Ted Nugent I preferred the stuff that veered towards that side of the highway. The political sloganeering throughout is clearly heartfelt but lacking in surgical precision. The world is still a bad place is the overriding message, obvious perhaps, but it's made with no lack of passion.
What An Obelisk lacks in terms of subtlety it more than makes up in spirit. A week on from my review of the latest album from Institute I'm pleased to be able to report that Punk's still not dead!
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