The Canadians that make up Isotopes only love two things in life: baseball and punk rock. So why not start a band with songs that would make the Ramones proud and that deal with nothing but the sport that trumps all other sports? If you think that is too far left field, you couldn’t be more wrong than thinking this will be the only terrible baseball pun in the review.
You already know what to expect if you happen to have heard their debut album, “Nuclear Strikezone”. But they really knock it out of the park with this one. “1994 World Series Champions” is not only a helluva lot of fun, it’s also fast and ridiculously catchy. Tracks like “Legend Of George Brett”, “Indian Summer” and “Morganna” are guaranteed to soak the panties of every Teenage Bottlerocket fan out there.
Pretty much the only foul ball on here, is the sequencing. Songs tend to start and stop a bit too abrupt. Not sure how they could have improved on this, but it does take some getting used to. Other than that, this is a near flawless album that is sure to take them to the big leagues.
What We Do Ain't Secret
Legend Of George Brett
Psycho At The Sandlot
Gold Scorpion Gun
Lacking the talent to actually play in a band, Tom decided he would write about bands instead. Turns out his writing skills are mediocre at best as well.