There’s a little bit of something for everyone in the Men’s already-prolific discography: riffing classic rock, party punk, country, heavy noise rock verging on black metal, folk, Americana and even garage rock. In their relatively short four-year career as a band, the Men have always been a smorgasbord of ADD-addled musical inspiration, which has simultaneously been the appeal of and detraction to their music. Appealing is their unending energy and love for all things sonic. Detracting is their ambling direction, lack of focus and dizzying manner of flitting about from one genre to the next. Their fifth album (fourth on Sacred Bones) follows in the footsteps of the previous two more melodic and pop-oriented records than, say, the blunt, head-knocking distortion of their first two. With no cymbal left un-crashed, it’s a rock album returning to form, minus the risks they used to take regularly.
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