Power Pop masterclass from the heart (beat) of Germany, Dresden to be precise, when you see Wanda and Spaghetty Town, you instantly know that Power Pop Punk with rock’n’roll guitar, organ, and sweet-and-sour melodies are on the menu and if its good enough for them then it’ll be more than enough to fill up my depleated levels of power pop punk rock.

The soppy keys with the sharp guitars and the Clem Burke style backbeat hits you right between the eyes after the misleading intro ‘The Tide IS High’ thunders on, and the F-U-N begins. Hold onto that mile-wide smile because it ain’t gonna stop there. ‘Falling’, is on hyperspeed as it crashes in with that summertime keyboard wheeze chasing off the sped up riff-o-la not to mention the immeasurable amount of joy they bring with the melodies and fun at a time when there isn’t a great deal of either to be had. Listen to The Melmacs, and that will rectify any pessimistic thoughts and turn your frown upside down.

The hits keep coming, one after the other, it’s just top-notch pop tunes wrapped in various shades of guitar riffs and lush melodies. ‘Deadbeat’ has a passing resemblance to some Stranglers keys and JJ Bass thump that walks all over the song, vying for the front and centre of your attention.

‘Run For Your Life’ has the step down from the Clash, but the pure power pop of 80s new wave and FM rock n roll radio coursing through their veins at the speed of light. Spread out over twelve tracks, they never stray from the gutsy sound that’s pure and honest as the day is long. I guess the format is simple: write a killer tune, play it hard like your life depends on it, then do it again over and over, Bingo!

If you want some snotty, zero bullshit, no fucks given punk rock old school, then head for a ‘Showdown’, it’s got attitude and plenty of street smarts to take you down. There’s plenty of variety on offer here in tempo and style, but not massive departures, but enough to keep you interested throughout its twelve tracks. Penultimate track ‘Crying My Heart Out’ is the acoustic strum off with spoken word intro into a poplicious melody and chorus that old school Johnny Thunders would really appreciate.

With one stack heel boot, stomp off before they’re out the door ‘Electric Night’ takes another turn with a killer tune the likes of The Biters would have given a kidney to have penned. I’m gutted it’s only two and a half minutes long. What a killer end to a killer album. Don’t take my word for it, get out there and pick it up, you won’t regret it. Power poppin punk rockin glam slammin records are back, and you can start with The Melmacs! Buy IT!

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Author: Dom Daley