Album Review: The Pleasure Kills – The Pleasure Kills
Alright, let’s talk about The Pleasure Kills, the self-titled debut album from this punky power-pop band outta the US. Released in 2007 on Polypore Records, it's got that raw rock energy mixed with a dash of rebellious charm. If you're into bands like The Ramones or early Green Day, this one might just hit the spot for ya.
First off, the lineup's pretty tight: Lydiot on vocals brings this wild, snarling edge, while James Jameson's guitar riffs are sharp enough to cut glass. A-Dutch lays down some groovy basslines, Atom Bomb smashes those drums like he's got something to prove, and Jeffrey Ject adds a cool organ vibe that sneaks up on you when you least expect it. It's like they all came together in some garage late at night and decided, "Hey, let’s make something loud and fun."
Now, onto the tracks. I gotta shout out “Over And Over” because damn, it sticks with you. The chorus is catchy as hell—simple but effective, you know? Lydiot’s voice has this kinda raspy desperation that makes you believe every word she screams. You can almost picture yourself driving around with the windows down, yelling along like nobody's watching. There’s no fancy production tricks here; it’s just pure, unfiltered emotion cranked up to eleven.
And then there’s “Smash Up The Radio.” Man, this song feels like flipping off bad radio playlists everywhere (no offense to DJs). It’s fast, chaotic, and totally unhinged—the kind of track that could start a mosh pit in your living room if you’re not careful. Atom Bomb’s drumming is relentless, and the whole thing feels like an anthem for anyone who hates being told what to listen to. Honestly, I think my neighbors heard me blasting this one last week.
What’s wild about The Pleasure Kills is how unapologetically DIY it feels. No shiny polish, no overthinking—it’s just five people making music they clearly love. Sure, it ain’t perfect, but maybe that’s the point. Sometimes imperfection hits harder than anything slick and calculated ever could.
So yeah, give this album a spin if you’re looking for something rough around the edges but full of heart. Oh, and here’s a random thought: listening to this record feels like eating a burger straight off the grill—it’s messy, satisfying, and leaves you wanting more. Cheers to that!
