This could arguably be one of the most emblematic instances of the post-punk roots pedigree. Stylistic transition from the band's earlier, proto-hardcore EP's to this album is so palpable, it almost feels like musicians here are at a wrong gig. And yet the results are quite potent. It really is laughably simple and could just as easily be attributed to comparative lack of genre tags, not to mention the, again, comparative dearth of general self-awareness at the time. Middle Class simply play their new (post-punk) material as if they were still their old (punk) selves. Just listen to that hyperactive drumming, or how ferociously the band bang out these chords. It seems awkward at first, as if the songs were written in one state of mind (colder and more detached; the way it should with post-punk) but recorded in a considerably more incensed mental condition. Of course, that is what makes the lasting impression at the end of the day. Neither the record itself stands unique among its peers, not to mention that the band do not offer that much in the way of actual songwriting. And yet, for whatever reason, it is this album by this band that accorded the above impressions already after a cursory listen. It also does not surprise at all that it was an American band that pulled such a trick, for it does take a clean-slate, blue-collar kind of mindset, methinks. [SOURCE: RATE YOUR MUSIC]
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