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Black Rebel Motorcycle Club, Beat the Devil’s Tattoo
Vangard Records, March 9

Nothing has changed, end of review. OK, one thing’s changed — the number of tee shirts this San Fran trio sell per year — but they’re still holding up the sludge-grunge-drawl end of the Brian Jonestown legacy as if it’d die without them, rewriting Jesus and Mary Chain’s “Blues From a Gun” in 12 different keys and calling it a long-player.

OK, what crappy, lousy things to say, I know. Generation Y deserves an arena-rock act, especially one that sounds dangerous and druggy and Hells Angelic yet slightly geeky. The fact that BRMC’s blueprint for creating albums is one very short logic-flow diagram scraped in thick crayon does mean that they can be counted on to deliver consistence, and young kids need that, what with all the goings-on in our crazy world. Here, the fuzzy droning and the Dylan-esque adenoids were never more gainfully employed than on the tambourine-stoner foot-dragging title track, which isn’t that much different, really, than anything else you’ve heard from this band. Same goes for the rest of the songs, not that that’s a diss against people who wouldn’t care if BRMC played the same tune for 45 minutes (and I’m not quite sure that’s not what this is, but anyway, it’d be nice if just once they tried something a little Queens of the Stone Age or otherwise out of the ordinary). C+EWS