There’s been a couple of songs in my life that made me have pull my car over to the side of the road. This is the first in a while.
Circa ’84 “No Surrender” Springsteen crossed with a little post-punk crossed with a little Cure. Add a dash of Cheap Trick. (That’s what it reminds me of, anyway. I’m sure the Gaslight Anthem guys would go, “Shut up. We’re us.”) I’m sold.
The same song rocking Letterman’s face:
“What’re you, the drummer? Good.”
Damn, but I’m a sucker for a hard-charging post-punk anthem. Too much Replacements, I guess.