I tend to agree with S. Albini's recent assessment of the term power pop in a recent issue of Magnet, to wit: "I cannot bring myself to use the term "power pop." Catchy mock-descriptive terms are for dilettantes and journalists." However, without respect to the semantics of the term, I dig the style. Of all the historical rock movements that have been resuscitated recently, I find that the power pop revival is the least annoying. I attribute this to the fact that less importance is placed on superlatives like heaviness or speed or whatever. With power pop, it requires a lot more than just having a six daisy-chained distortion pedals or a cute singer; it's a craft, and I admire a true craftsman. The Fags are well endowed with such craftsmanship. Truth be told, there's a pretty tenuous and iffy aesthetic line separating The Fags from Bryan Adams or some other 80s pop culture troubadour. But the separation is there, friend. It's there. This shit is just about as catchy and well executed as I could possibly imagine music ever being. Yessir, some real dandy toe-tappers on this record. Recommended for enthusiasts of The Knack, The Figgs, Cheap Trick, Graham Parker, etc. My marketing department is working on a summer blockbuster package tour featuring The Fags, Figgs, Fugs, Friggs, and (J Mascis and the) Fog. Fags Website