Avenue X

The Turbo A.C.'s

Gearhead/Bitzcore, 2005

REVIEW BY: Chris Harlow

ORIGINALLY PUBLISHED: 07/19/2005

Fueled with the same octane as Motorhead, New York City's Turbo A.C.'s have apparently struck the same deal with the devil as Lemmy and his mates with the hammering attitude and pointed messages delivered on Avenue X, the band's fifth full-length album.

While the Turbo A.C.'s have a very distinctive surf-punk, guitar drive found in their music -- think Dick Dale for a minute -- they easily hearken memories with their delivery of punk messages in anthem-like, rallying-cry fashion similar to British punk bands like the Clash. my_heart_sings_the_harmony_web_ad_alt_250 Avenue X is an album simple in its mission and with little deviation in attempting to do much more than shooting for the jugular, wrenching it a bit, and yielding a series of chorus filled ohhhh's and yeahhhh's.

And it's for this reason I usually hate to do reviews on single-geared adrenaline rushes. For sure, I identify with the music, but the music usually hits me like a groin shot. That is, it leaves me rather breathless and at a loss for words. Of course, Avenue X is more than frat-boy rock as the album aptly careens in the direction of certain fiendish, drunken debauchery scenes. Of course we are talking here about the hellraisers with whom the girls have gone home long ago.

Whether it's the roller coaster ride of guitar sounds and whiplash drumbeats found on "Knifefight" or the outlaw vibe the guitar tuning of "Fistful Of Fury" delivers, I have to say that it's these two tracks that most easily grab my attention. Lead vocalist Kevin Cole actually splits the lyrics in "Fistful of Fury" between the English and Spanish languages as he plays the narrative gestapo role to the song's storyline. Make no mistake, this fistful of fury sounds very reminiscent of a border crossing gone bad.

Notably rare for a punk album, Avenue X steers clear of any noticeable political commentary. Most of the songs rely on topics spurring the wagging of middle fingers which in a way is refreshing. It's actually more fun to watch poseurs like Green Day continually make jackasses of themselves as they fool many with their perceived lyrical anguish. Call it an east coast/west coast thing but as with most New York punk scenesters, the Turbo A.C.s legitimize their punk output in ways that most of their Blink-182-styled California-based brethren fail as they contrive cheeky imagery in equal step with their lyrical message.

That's not to say that punk has to always rely on serious topics, but the Turbo A.C.'s, at the end of the day, make sure that Avenue X is the path best traveled.

Rating: B+

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