Brat Farrar: Brat Farrar

- To be brutally honest with you, there's nothing more pleasing to my ears than to be repeated blasted by bratty-garage rock, and if there's one thing aptly named Brat Farrar does, that would be blasting me. Farrar sounds like the Juniour-esque love child of Andrew W.K. and Jay Reatard, except he doesn't quite party-rock as hard as W.K. and doesn't quite have that level pure desperation that dripped out of Jay Reatard. The result on paper seems like two awesome things, sans the things that make them awesome, but in practice Brat Farrar is a beast of his own making, entering into solo mode already an example of fine pedigree, fronting several DIY heavy outfits, one of whom brought out their own record within a week of this one. Brat Farrar's self titled collection runs in a mere 26 minutes but I have this feeling it's a more is less type dealio going on here and the dude crams a pretty decent amount of variety into this thing, making the most of every minute at his disposal, crafting this engaging ramshackle of ideas, confidently written, performed, recorded, mixed and mastered by Farrar with little to no outside interference. Though I have this feeling like I shouldn't enjoy Brat Farrar as much as I do, I really kinda do. Killer track Thursday sounds a bit like a Lou Barlow helmed, underwater Dinosaur Jr. joint- which I have absolutely no issue with.

Jay Edwards.