When I was growing up, there was only one music for me, and that was punk rock. I lived according to the principles of The Clash and Minor Threat.As my tastes slowly began expanding, I looked into the roots of punk. I found Bowie and The New York Dolls, and Iggy Pop. All that classy glam stuff. In a similar vein as my glam-punk favorites is Elevator Action, a band with whom I share a hometown of Charlotte, NC. Apparently the corporate oppression of the banks, yuppies, suburbs and soccer moms affected these folks too, because the music is raw, and aggressive yet somehow liberating and honest - exactly what punk should be. Elevator Action has created the sound of asphalt: rough, ragged, dirty and gritty, but with a glittery sparkle that's damn pretty when the sun goes down. Male-femal vocals create a sonic point-counterpoint that fills out the songs, adding extra layers to the already beautiful chaos of the mix. Granted, Society, Secret has a bit more studio polish than Black Flag ever did, but it's OK. The album's bubblegum melodies are the better for it. Elevator Action - fortunately for us - knows that, at heart, all punks ever wanted was to be pop. The Ramones wanted to be The Beatles on speed, and Elevator Action picks up with that legacy offering delicate harmonies and catchy hooks, without sacrificing unflinching honesty or those lovely chainsaw guitar riffs punk fans have come to love and expect. Never pandering or falling into stereotype, Elevator Action is destined for the indie scene, and even then as underdogs. And they're all the more punk for it. Johnny Rotten was wrong. There is a future, and its name is Elevator Action.
-MYFACE blog
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