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*avg-2.85
Detroit is exactly what one would expect from another eye-candy garage band. "You're Really Something" shows a band that focuses the considerable raw talent on energy and swagger as opposed to craft, where the chorus is a freight train of sex and screaming keyboards that loses its train of thought and dominating parts like the keyboard intro of "Love Letter" are better than the songs as a whole. The zombie stomp of "Treat Him Good"**** is a late-album treat, heavy on the funhouse keyboards, and though goofy with the birthday party imagery, "Birthday Present"**** is also the most endearing. Every song is essentially a sex-ed up version of "96 Tears" (? and the Mysterians), especially "Black & Blue", and it's a great song; but an album full of monochromatic garage rock, like AC/DC's bar rock is better suited to the party shuffle than a whole album.
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