If it's more powerpop-ish, it's only by degrees. Wollongong's Pink Fits still kick up a helluva racket on their second full-length for Off the Hip, and do it in a way that will please glued-on fans and win fresh support.
Like the EP that prefigured it, this is a progression in the series. For sure there's less noise for noise's sake, but it's been replaced by a bristling intensity that's at the heart of almost every song with Michelle Dilevski's uncluttered production spot-on. Occasional colouring (like Karl Webber's blues harp on the title track) and a bucketload of hooks (especially the catchy "Got Nothing On") shine through again.
Singing along to the chorus in "Lex in B" ("Days go by but you're still an asshole") is mandatory. Just be careful doing it on the train wearing your iPod.
The Pink Fits don't anything different to a whole bunch of four-piece, fuzz-tinged guitar bands - they just do it markedly better. They're the place where frantic rhythms and infectiousness meet, and if they occasionally slide right off the rails with the odd sonic experiment like the wired (and weird) instro "Beefheart" it's a badge of honour. Unscrewing the hinges is usually a good thing.
"Got Nothing On", "Lex In B", "I'm On The Red", "Moon Runner" and even "De Ja Blues" show pop roots but they're wrapped in enough rock and roll that the retards running most radio stations won't countenance playing them. We know those people deserve to be shot with a ball of their own shit so let's just move on.
Did you ever wonder why six of 13 songs on an album had people's names in the titles? Me neither until now.
There are dashes of lap steel and occasional keyboards throughout the album. "Country Stooge" throws in the odd country lick but just when you think you have The Pink Fits figured they pull out a bona fide somnolent country rocker called "Like Holly Would" to shut things down. Ex-Love Addicts and X member Kim Volkman gets to contribute lap steel on that one and the whole thing feels like an acid trip in a late closing truckstop on the outskirts of Nashville. - The Barman