This came out in 1998 – or at least that’s when I got it. Here’s what I said about it back then (with some minor editing):
That confrontational title almost sounds like it belongs on a rap-metal album — though ironically, that may be the one musical genre Gomez don’t tackle on this mind-blowing debut.
These five lads from Liverpool (average age: 22) somehow manage to sound like five wizened old southern Yanks on these dozen tracks. Their sound is a tasty gumbo of sounds and styles: The funky groove of Dr. John, the whiskey-smoke rasp of Tom Waits, the boho slackerism of Beck — and that’s just the first song. It gets even better from there. Buy this before all your friends do.
