The Coathangers

The Coathangers

The Coathangers Lisa Love

Suck My Shirt

The Coathangers

Suicide Squeeze

The Coathangers’ mythology is the stuff of which legends are made: Four young ladies start a band for the sole purpose of playing parties, ignoring their inability to play their instruments. The fact that they inhabited the same fertile Atlanta ground that produced the Black Lips and Deerhunter didn’t hurt. Neither did the punk-inflected garage-rock of songs like “Nestle in My Boobies” and “Stop Stomp Stompin.”

Seven years later, The Coathangers have slimmed down to a trio after the departure of keyboardist Candice Jones. But that’s not the biggest change you’ll notice on the group’s fourth LP. Words like “accessible” spring to mind, but that’s not to say that the band has lost the jagged No Wave edge inherent in their sound.

The whiskey-shredded vocals, distorted guitars, and pummeling drums of tracks such as the opening “Follow Me,” the infectious “Adderall,” and the rollicking “Derek’s Song” are as raucous as ever. But there’s also a newfound maturity to songs like “Zombie” and “Drive,” which suggests The Coathangers are intent on turning their joke of a band into something more serious. If Suck My Shirt is an indication of The Coathangers’ future direction, I wouldn’t bet against them.

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