Douchemaster Records has done us the immense favor of bringing us GJ&HM's full-length and it is no less fantastic than that single was. Joe Jackson? Chump. Elvis Costello? Amateur. Nick Lowe? Don't make me laugh. Gentleman Jesse is the new king of Purepopperfectionville. Put your dancin' shoes on, shine 'em up good, and scamper on down to the malt shop with your boombox blaring this 12" and just watch the girls' with their ponytails and poofy skirts heads spin and the greasy haired, leather jacketed, tough guy rockers' fingers get to snappin'. OK, screw that, there's no throwback crap going on here. It's not about recreating some long forgone era of the late 70s or early 80s and their nostalgia trip. It's just about writing great pop songs. No bullshit.
Dave Carbona did a fine job of recording (and playing drums on) this album. The guitars jangle so sweetly, the tambourines shimmer crisply, the hand claps clap so clappily...you get the point. Like I've been saying, it's pretty much perfect. Somebody get this guy to actually play a show around here. Please.
(Yeah, I gave this record that I just drooled all over a 9. You're not getting a 10 unless you're Minor Threat, the Ergs, the Replacements, or Gorilla Biscuits.)