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Drug Rug, Drug Rug
Black and Greene Records, Sept. 4
There’s no way I’m going to look good talking about this Cambridge, Mass.-based hipster-splotch. For one thing, I’m angry at myself for never having fully abandoned body and soul to the kind of kooky John-Yoko love band-founders Tommy Allen and Sarah Cronin have for each other, obviously full of yucky moments when they pick crumbs of Little Debbie cake out of each others’ hair and actually eat it while smiling contentedly at each other. Jeez, if I’d had a girl like Sarah in my life during my 20s, I’d have been too obsessed with my own bollocks to ever think of getting her into a studio to record her singing over a big huge drunken 12-bar blues jam, which would come off like Shirley Temple nicking Robert Plant atop the cast of Carnivale slamming their pots and pans and flippers together in a loose rendition of Muddy Waters’ “I’m a Man,” which is what Drug Rug’s “For the Rest of Your Life” sounds like. That ain’t their only trick, either (the Byrds-like “Tiny People” is the only tedious point), and keep in mind that people thought the White Stripes were stupid at one time. A-Eric W. Saeger.