Parental advisory stickers be damned, this warningless sophomore effort from the
Oblivians is packed full of explicit photos of very naked women. Mixed among the photos are shots of the
Oblivian boys -- Jack, Greg, and Eric (aka Jackie-O, Gregi, and Erica) -- in drag. Needless to say, the only thing dirtier than the pictures is the actual music, some of the most spirited garage-abilly this side of the late, great
Gibson Bros. With a bassless set up of two guitars, drums, and shifting vocal duties, the
Oblivians somehow manage to create a fuller sound than many bands with twice as many members can muster. Songs tend to be short and to the point, but never sweet since the guitars walk a line between the smooth string-bending sound of vintage blues-based rock and guitar tones that conjure image of steel wool being rubbed on the strings. One of the key elements of rock & roll is humor; it allows the bands of only somewhat skilled musicians to not take themselves too seriously and be able to cut loose and rock out. The
Oblivians have a wicked sense of humor. In addition to their garage chops and transvestite dabblings, the boys offer up songs with lyrics like "I am five hour man/ But she's an eight hour girl/ I think I'm in love." Recorded "live in the studio,"
Sympathy Sessions is probably the raunchiest rock & roll many listeners will ever come across, and the fact that the
Oblivians hail from the historical town of Memphis, TN, makes their brand of sleaze rock all the more surprising. All said, the
Oblivians' music is perhaps best described as being ing lo-fi 60s garage rock heavily influenced by years of listening to
Ramones,
Stooges,
Lazy Cowgirls,
Cramps, and
Gibson Bros. records. While the songs tend to sound rather similar from one album to the next, what makes the
Oblivians worthwhile is the sense of urgency they pour into their music as they evangelically implore listeners to embrace the power of rock & roll. ~ Karen E. Graves