SCARAMANGA SIX, THE: Cursed: CD

Big, blustery rock music with above average writing and more hooks buried into it than should be legal. Every song sounds like the band is aiming for the fences and the approach is effective for the most part, though I’d be kinda hard pressed to see where they’d fit into the modern pop world dominated by scary-looking girls stealing their sound from Madonna’s most watered-down efforts, their fashions from Klaus Nomi and Hazel O’Connor, and cookie-cutter boys culled from Disneyfied Sears catalogs dealing in tunes that have the edge of melted Peeps. I wish ‘em luck.

 –jimmy (Wrath)