From the synthetic blues buzz of opener Modzilla, essentially The White Stripes’ The Hardest Button To Button in snakeskin, melodic exuberance abounds. Channelling T.Rex, Weezer, ELO, The Who and Ziggy, Weiland never sounded so alive and aligned with history’s pop greats as when swinging and woo-hooing through Way She Moves, or living out all his collegiate keg-party, indie-rock fantasies on Blue Eyes and Beach Pop.
It's really good some of the serious publications are giving this album high marks though. So far I have yet to hear a bad word said about it. Here's hoping for an early arrival from Amazon. With any luck my signed Orange vinyl should not be too far behind, although Scott probably signed it "Whatever".