TED LEO/PHARMACISTS: The Tyranny of Distance: CD

At best it recants the energy of The Wedding Present or Television, but overall this album is lackluster intelli-wimp-rock. The singer has an annoying tendency to yodel his way through the high notes. There are some shining displays of highly texturized guitar work here but damned, why are they so reserved about rocking? What’s the fucking point then? When did self conscious wanking override the raw power of guitar feedback and feral grunts? Why neuter your music when there should be asshole bullshit neutering instead? Let the people rock without all this introspective exegesis.

 –nam (Lookout)