Licky must have been unleashed upon the e-clash / rock scene from an asylum in New York, it's obvious if one takes a look at the song titles and the cover. Short and fast pieces are lined up on the album, with pleasant retro arcade electronics, and with guitars and drive recalling American teen-rock bands and of course the Toy Dolls. The band's not being lucid even for a minute, they're sticking at our everyday lives with the greatest of ease, mainly at goths, while wanting to pick up loads of goth groupies each concert in truth. Approaching the second half of the album I start to think they're working this trade with outstanding efficiency, ingenious puns like 128 Bits Of You, or the low-key observation mentioned in the lead make them the most likely candidates to put in charge of a party in one quick jump. The producer by the way is that John Fryer who's worked with names like Die Krupps, NIN, Depeche Mode and HIM before - while his imprint, Something To Listen To, is declared to run artists meeting his sense of taste, backed with professional studio technique.

Long and short of it is that fans of party punk, the daftest of e-clash and pogo-dancing in abandon by all means dedicate time for a listen, even though I have to say finically that at places it could surely be faster and the pac-man electronics could have been emphasised more.


SUM: 8/10 - A totally unglued, lovable band born out of the marriage of punk and e-clash.

TRACKLIST:
01. A Band Called Licky 02. Fancy Pants 03. Mista Big Spenda 04. Never Coming Down 05. Uh Oh 06. All The Young Dorks 07. Goth Girls 08. White Rapper Riot 09. It's Just My Luck 10. Look Of Love 11. The Licky Tape 12. 128 Bits Of You 13. Olympic Sex Gold Medalist 14. Pretend To Be Gay 15. Touchy Feelay

LINKS:
Licky
Something To Listen To