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CLASS – 2-4-1 – New LP
CLASS – 2-4-1 – New LP
Drunken Sailor Records

CLASS – 2-4-1 – New LP

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if i hadn't found and fell in luv with the underground rock back in the 1970s, I don't know if I'd be here at green noise today...it was just so fuckin exhilarating to find bands and songs they never played on the FM dial (stations which were supposed to be so cool back then...and sometimes actually were but often were just mediocre at best), and more importantly low-rent bands that were really good, taking the music of the 1960s (from the Box Tops to the Kinks, from VU to the Stooges, just to name a few influences) and headed into something new, usually a foot planted firmly in garage-rock power pop with the other foot kicking loose into fast and raw sounds and economical abandonment that helped define a big part of many or even most punk records.   and i remember that listening to this.

maybe just because i read they were from Arizona, i think I can hear that setting in the songs, but if I forget all that, everytime i listen to this band, I feel you could tell me this was some underground-rock outfit from east coast or the rust belt in the 1970s, and I'd have a hard time finding a reason to doubt you.  everytime I listen to this album, I'm happy I did.  in fact, the more I listen to it, the more I like it.  my own mood can sometimes have a big effect on my listening, but I think while I really liked their other album, I really like this one even more.  if i remember right, i thought i heard something intentional in the previous record, something they shake loose on this one.  (i would listen to the other one right now, but i just can't stop spinning this one over and over.). Don't get me wrong: their other album grabbed my attention (and what I'm saying will sound silly when I return to it), and I'm not saying having intentions is a bad thing, and really of course everyone has intentions, but I think you know what i mean: even if the band kicked it around and thought about it, for the listener, it sounds like they went at it without giving it much a thought at all, just plugged it in and kicked out.  Anyway, check it out. it's good shit. -- winch

 


If you’ve ever spent any time in the darkest recesses of the internet, you’ll know that ‘powerpop’ is an emotive term. For every pockmarked tenderfoot flying the flag for some fuzzed-out alterna-rocker’s harmony-drenched new single, there’s a grizzled veteran insisting that there’s not enough jangle, not enough hook, not enough oomph on display (‘I hear the pop, but where’s the power?’). Basically, if you thought ‘what is punk’ was a granular debate, trust me: you ain’t seen nothing yet. Anyway, sidestepping the fact that I clearly am one of their kind, let’s just say a quick ‘fuck those nerds’. This is where Class come in.

Class are a four-piece from Tucson, AZ, who are most assuredly all the power, all the pop, all the time. They’ve served time in a bunch of bands you already know and love - most notably everyone’s favourite ‘delinquent slobs’ Rik And The Pigs - and Matt Rendon of their citymates The Resonars is the guy behind the mixing desk, so you know whatever comes out is gonna be good. ‘2-4-1’ compiles the two cassettes they’ve released on Cincinnati's Feel It Records (which also released their debut LP proper, ‘Epoca De Las Vaqueros’) and it’s absolutely rammed with new pop classics. ‘Steady Hands’, ‘Wrong Side Of Town’, ‘Inspect The Receipt’, ‘Left In The Sink’... get learning these titles now, ‘cause you’re gonna get very well acquainted when you spin ‘em until your needle’s worn down to a flattened-out nub.

Sound-wise, it’s pop music as envisioned by the punks - straight to the point, no fucking about. Some of these songs feel like Alex Chilton playing ‘September Gurls’ on a curious cocktail of cheap speed and wayyy too much sugar; others are kinda like the aforementioned Resonars if they ditched their British Invasion records and got obsessed with a heady mixture of The #1s and Richard Lloyd’s ‘Alchemy’. Sometimes it just sounds like a forgotten late 70s punk classic, so I think we’re all in the right place here. It’s scuzzy and scuffed up in all the right places, with blazing guitar solos and crashing drum fills designed to get you where you need to go, with a minimum of fuss. ‘Class’ is an apt name.

As you’d expect from a band with three vocalists, there’s more than one style at play here, meaning this record pulls from enough varying strands to keep things interesting without sounding unfocused. There’s no time to get bored, unlike when reading my drivel. What the fuck are you waiting for? This is power pop at its best, punk at its funnest, a whale of a time in less than 30 minutes. Let the nerds wage war on each other - clearly, I’ll be reading it - and claim your own victory by playing this one to death. This band are in a class of their own, and if I’ve not laid it out explicitly enough, you need to start listening. Now. -- Will Fitzpatrick
 


released June 9, 2023

Class is:
Andy Puig - Guitar, Vocals
Erik Meyer - Guitar, Vocals
Jim Colby - Bass, Vocals
Ryan Chavira- Drums

Tracks 1-5 recorded at Single Outlet Studios by Ryan Petersavage

Tracks 6-11 recorded at Midtown Island Studios by Matt Rendon

All tracks mastered at Melody Men Mastering by Caufield Schnug

Front and back photos by Alex Teso

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