Title: Posers.
Product review: Bought this disc after hearing a track on WFMU here in NYC. For a compilation of five mini-albums, it's quite uneven. The songs meander between 'one night with beer and a box of old records' to a 'day in daddy's garage'. They think they're referencing Mel van Peebles, Yoko etc. but after about 3 minutes...it just feels labored and, well, fake.I don't mean to rag too much on them. It's impressive that they're trying hard to break from their midwestern mold. But at the end of the day, it's a bunch of white boys who heard about the civil rights movement through Tarantino, whose understanding of the Black Panthers is defined through their great cover art.I can't help but feel that the bunch that makes up JWB hides behind a veil of bamboozled faux-homagery. If it were satire, it would be more interesting, but the album lacks that sense of self-deprecation. These guys want to be serious, and that's hard to buy.
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