The Points

The Points

The Points

The Points

Mud Memory

Rock ‘n’ roll will never die because there will always be bands like Washington D.C.’s The Points sprouting up out of the dirt to remind us all as to why it’s so damn good in its simplest, most pure forms. I’m talking about guitar, drums, and vocals — keyboards, optional — with no more chords than can be counted on one hand, and songs that rarely breach the three minute mark.

The Points’ self-titled release on Mud Memory Records offers up everything a good rock band should, and then it gets the hell out of dodge before it outstays its welcome. The urgency of songs like “Not Your Man” and “I Don’t Know About You” explode with all the grease-soaked aggression of teenage-dom. “It’s the End” and “Never Trust My Heart” spew broken hearts all over the sidewalk with brutal absolution and, despite the lyrics’ sadness, it’s all so unabashedly catchy.

Any garage band post 1970 is going to suffer comparisons to both The Stooges and MC5, and The Points are no exception. The muddled vocals, the fast chord progressions, the faint surf rock drum beats — it’s not easy to escape, and this duo (that was a trio at the time of the album’s making) has planted their feet firmly in that fertile garage rock soil. It’s, fortunately, a farm land that many of us constantly return to for nourishment. So long as bands like The Points keep sprouting up those that dig will walk away happy.

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