MUFFS, THE: Whoop Dee Doo: LP

The Muffs were definitely something special. From their first singles on, they deftly fused jangly ’60s-influenced pop to a punk chassis that would’ve made Motörhead proud, and gleefully playing with seeming opposites worked well in Kim’s songwriting and the band’s performances as well—biting yet sensitive, gruff yet accessible, playful yet serious as a heart attack in delivery. This reissue of their 2014, and second-to-last, album saw them roar back after a decade break between it and its predecessor, Really Really Happy, with easily one of their best albums. Crunching guitars, a pummeling rhythm section, and hooks drenched in Merseybeat influences, the songs are by turns funny and aching, feral and touching, and ultimately so goddamned good one can’t help but ask why every one of them isn’t a radio staple. Seriously, how great would it be if some seditious DJ slipped in “Cheezy,” with its cheery chorus of “And I really liked you/ ’til I got to know you/ Don’t you know, can’t you see that it means nothing to me?/ Because you’re cheesier than you know,” after the umpteenth play of the Beatles’ “I Should’ve Known Better,” its sonic doppelgänger? Ah, well, woulda, coulda, shoulda, fuck it. Our world was a better place because we had The Muffs all to ourselves and the music industry will forever be that much lamer for never truly appreciating just how special they were. –Jimmy Alvarado (Burger)