August 23, 2007


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The Wildbirds, Golden Daze
Pat’s Record Company, Aug. 14
Possessed of the good sense not to strew failed art-school experiments all over the dump, Wisconsin-based Wildbirds exhibit every trait a non-wimp indie band needs to get their pusses in Rolling Stone. Like a frazzled Cold War Kids with Jack White as a frontman, the quartet sticks to a formula sure to annoy mope-rockers but bring on the happies to new alt-rock fans who are simply trying to get solid albums into their glove compartments. Nicholas Stuart’s voice depicts a dorm party boy snockered on glue, almost like the dude in the Horrors but softened for prime-time TV, and every note he sings is cool, catchy and tailored for its support system, a guitar-bass-drums mess that kicks in the front door and starts doing Wayne’s World moves in your face while you’re trying to watch The McLaughlin Group in peace. Only thing missing is a nasty knuckleball comparable to Cold War Kids’ “Saint,” not that the finger-plucked guitar and ragged breathing of “Where Has Goodness Gone” isn’t an honest effort. A-Eric W. Saeger.