White Reaper Does It Again
The one problem with White Reaper Does it Again is that I can’t get it any louder in my headphones. Now that all my complaints are out of the way I can properly review this album: I fucking love it.
White Reaper straddle an area of bubblegum/surf/pop/punk that hits me in the chest and says, “Party!” Admittedly, a part of me is still riding a high from their uber-blastastical set at Forecastle, but the other part of me just loves great, catchy rock-n-roll.
“Candy” is the standout track on the album. It has a different feel from the rest because of the breaks and changes in the punk rhythm. It also has a guitar lick that I can’t get out of my head as I find myself whistling it in the mornings. I’m humming it in the shower. I’m two-stepping on my way to work thinking about it…and I hate my fucking day job.
I’m also a fan of Tony Esposito’s vocal stylings. For example, on “Sheila” when he says, “You hit me right in the heart,” it sounds more like “You hit me right in the he-yeart!” or something along those lines. It’s reminiscent of something you’d hear from The Ramones, and that is always a good thing.
White Reaper Does it Again feels like a continuation of their self-titled EP in it’s overall production. There’s a fuzz over the entire album that for the rest of my life will be referred to as “The White Reaper sound.” That’s what makes this band so fucking fantastic is that they have a unique brand and they own it to it’s fullest extent. That, and their keyboardist Ryan Hater is a reincarnation of the young, really cool version of Meatloaf.
Listen to White Reaper Does it Again below: