The CoathangersAtlanta garage-punk trio The Coathangers’ fourth opens powerfully with Follow Me, as cool as having Mastodon in drag in its film clip suggests.
The album sounds lean and taut, having dropped the keys of yore, and drips with attitude, snottily dismissive tales of love gone wrong (the surfy Shut Up; Love ‘Em And Leave ‘Em’s Western swing) countered by barely concealed pop hooks (Springfield Cannonball, Zombie, Drive). Swapping vocals for different moods, at times they shift into overdrive to great effect. What started as a joke is now so much more.
