Minneapolis Scrunchies debut album Stunner from earlier on this year, starts off as it means to continue. Nirvana chord changes, Kathleen Hannah sound-alike on lead vocals, Sleater Kinney touches aplenty. Riot Grrrl happy rage!
It remains consistent to this basic plan, just as you know it will. Nine songs. Eight of them short of three minutes. One stretching miraculously to three minutes forty one. All of them melodic, chunky and utterly fabulous.
Scrunchies is a good onomatopoeic description of the record. It sounds scrunchie. Scrunchies are actually apparently the crinkly things that women use to tie the braids in their hair. I didn't know this until yesterday but that's beside the point at hand. This record gives you absolutely nothing you haven't heard before. But some wheels sometimes have absolutely no need of reinvention if things are done properly. They certainly are here.
As catchy as The Ramones, Nevermind or Pussy Whipped without the defining world-changing moments of those records. As good a claim on thirty minutes of your time as any record of this type that I've heard this year.
I wanted three more songs by the time it abruptly came to a close. It's short of classic status for that reason and also because all that it does has been so definitively done before. Nevertheless, it does that thing very well indeed. Stunner!
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