Review by Michael O'Donahue
Why should we be interested in juvenile, short-fast-punk-pop music after all these years? BECAUSE, Stupid, Mr. T Experience are the Masters. No other band can make the joy ("so if the world don't end/and we're not destroyed/and the Earth isn't hit by an asteroid/our love will last forever and ever") and the heartache ("I've got nothing left to care for/now there's no one there to be there for/I lost all that stuff/when I lost you") and even-though-I-know-she-doesn't-know-I-exist-but-I-don't-care patheticness ("even though her hand is cold/that's what I want to hold") of Young Love seem so new and interesting.
Mr. T Experience make the most well-worn paths of popular music seem new again by being really, really witty, by keeping things to the point, by rocking hard and furious, and by throwing in every twist and surprise their ten-plus years of experience have taught them. Plus, no one writes 'em like Dr. Frank -- reading the lyric sheet alone is worthwhile, and that's a rare treat indeed.
Should you ever need to lift up your spirits, perk up a party or just want to commiserate with someone who has self-esteem issues as bad as your own, then Dr. Frank and the boys have got your healin' prescription.
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