What you get with Love Collector is pretty straightforward. Only a few seconds into My Baby Goes Waaah!, the titular track on this 7, its clear that this is a band that plays punk-fused garage rock, with lots of guitar, a few pedals, and lots of attitude hovering around the two-minute-per song mark. Its also the kind of rock where lyricism is a near non-factor. The lyrics tend to be insipid: a case in point being the titular song and excerpts like I want to be her man / When she hits me with a frying pan / My baby shes such a brat / I want to beat her with a baseball bat Its irreverent and fun, with the guitar hooks being the primary force. The lyrics are a little snotty and overdone, which somewhat detracts from the rollicking energy.
The B-side continues in like manner, with Tell Me, which channels The Hives, but runs the familiar sound through a wash cycle, distorted and sped up. Both of the b-sides are less cartoonish on the love subject, and it makes up an interesting single with the recurring thematic approach of songs about girls. All three are up-tempo, keep-your-foot-tapping songs that, while maintaining a very precise genre feel, also differentiate from one another in large part due to the choruses. Theres a formula to their songwriting, but can you really go wrong with short, loud, and fast?
7.4 / 10
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