ALBUM: It Pays to Be Obvious
The latest LP from New Orleans post-ska sludge rockers Criminal Deportation shows just how far a band can stretch a bad metaphor if they have no taste, no style, and several large stacks of Marshall Amps. "It Pays to be Obvious" showcases the band's unique talents refined over years of swigging warm beer, sucking out the heads of crayfish and dodging rotten veggies in Louisiana's atmosphere heavy dives & honky-tonks. What are those talents, you may ask? My guess is, "staying alive in an environment unsuited to the task".
The first cut, "My Girl and Her Headstone", is a Marshall-amp-heavy rock/polka stomp that decries the depersonalization of love and the skyrocketing cost of moonshine while still managing to get in a dig at war, inflation, gay rights and Dadaism. At least, that was my interpretation of the somewhat obscure lyrics, indifferent beat, incomprehensible melody and intolerable guitar-thrashing.
The rest of the album reprises all the themes explored so eloquently in the first cut without providing any noticeable differentiation between tracks.
Who Might Like It: The deaf. Morons. The Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco and Firearms.
1 STAR (for the pretty photo on the album cover)
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