Fake Indians

Inforock

scum stats: one pressing, black and white cover, black vinyl...legit

A solid rock and roll album, with hints of mid-nineties alternative greatness couched in some Belgian independence. Guitar heavy, right on the border of attitude, ancestors of some Black Rebel Motorcycle Club with a little more balls.

I don't know how this ended up on my desk, but it's markedly better than 99% of what lands there. And for that, my lord, I thank you.

"I hate it when they talk on the radio" is a great lyric, repeated ad infinitum to end the album here, ripe for plucking and dropping into my own real life conversations. Is it referencing talk radio? Or a back announce? It's all up to interpretation and that's a hallmark of the best of art.

At the very least, this is worth you spending the 30some minutes streaming the nine songs here.