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Every once in a while a record comes along and blows you away with the opening chords of the first song and you can just tell that you are hearing something really special. That was my exact reaction to Beach Slang’s debut EP Who Would Ever Want Anything So Broken?. From the opening chords of “Filthy Luck” to the closing moments of “Punk Or Lust,” Beach Slang has put together the purest essence of the kind of rock ‘n’ roll that the outcasts of the 1980s and ‘90s found comfort in. The four songs on Who Would Ever Want Anything So Broken? are beyond catchy with giant hooks and choruses that defy you to not sing along. With a sound that is equal parts Tim / Pleased to Meet Me era Replacements and Superstar Car Wash / A Boy Named Goo era Goo Goo Dolls, Beach Slang have tapped into something that has been missing in rock as of late…the voice of the outcast. This voice rings so clear and hits you right from the get-go as singer/guitarist James Snyder bellows “I’m a slave to always fucking up. It’s not okay, but maybe it’s enough. Kids like us are weird, and more, we’re brave. We tie our tongues and turn them into rage.” in the opening moments of “Filthy Luck.”
Here’s the thing, and I’m sorry for being so blunt but, Who Would Ever Want Anything So Broken? is fucking brilliant. Seriously, this record is so good that it hurts and if I was able to make it down to The Fest this year, Beach Slang is THE band that I’d want to see above all others. To quote Dillinger Four, this shit is genius.