This came out in 2000 — or at least that’s when I got it. Here’s what I said about it back then (with some minor editing):
In the primordial ooze of post-punk rock, new hybrids are always bubbling to the surface.
One week’s hot new band is a cross between X and Tom Waits; the next week’s is the offspring of The Sex Pistols and R.E.M. But trying to trace San Francisco glam-punk quintet Vue’s family tree is like mapping out the human genome. Driven by walloping, primal drums and pumping keyboards that bolster singer-guitarist Rex Shelverton’s throbbing riffs and reverb-drenched punkabilly yelp, Vue are equal parts dark decadence and razor-blade intensity. Sort of like Iggy Pop meets David Bowie … meets Jim Morrison … meets Suicide … meets The Fall … meets Nick Cave … meets The Velvet Underground … mets Bauhaus … meets The Cramps. If any of those bands are in your CD collection, you might want to meet Vue for yourself.
