Turbo Fruits - Echo Kid
Echo Kid, the second album from ex-Be Your Own Pet guitarist Jonas Stein under the Turbo Fruits moniker, comes out the traps like a greyhound that's not had a sniff of Bugs Bunny for weeks. Carrying with him all the adrenaline and fire from his previous guise, these twelve tracks are a total B.L.A.S.T. of full-pelt garage rock fun likely to give The Hives a severe case of the jealous boo-hoo blues.
As soon as the lightning bolt guitars of 'Trouble!' crack out of the sky - and you realise Stein has been listening to a lot of Chocolate Watch Band records - you'll be talcing down the laminate flooring to facilitate 38 minutes of non-stop Watusi. Score the Wii Fit off this year's list to Santa, a few spins of 'International Language of Love' and you'll be a sweaty Betty, shedding the pounds and burning off the Christmas pies before you know it.
While the subject matter may be limited (girls, mainly), it's all delivered with an exhuberance and grin that defines 'shit-eating', with Stein doing a fair impression of a nasal Sky Saxon in the process. The ode to abstinence 'Sober Is My New High' is a terrace anthem in waiting and they even find time for a spot of whistling ('Mama's Mad 'Cos I Fried My Brain') and a couple of beat ballads that provide a little respite - and a moment to grab a couple of slugs of Mom's finest fruit punch.
More than lazy revivalism (there are no bowlcuts and Chelsea boots in evidence), this is unpretentious rock'n'roll of the highest order. Turn off the TV, take your phone off the hook (I mean totally off the hook!) and end the decade with a smile.