Not sure who the singer for Coyote Slingshot is — he’s listed in the credits as “Puzzle Nuzzle” — but he’s got me believin’, even with the odds stacked so thoroughly against him he’d have to shoot his way out of the Death Star to break through. HE DID IT, HE DID IT, DADDY! And I’ll tell you how: First, I believe because he believes; simple, right? Second, he stays at least within remote range of proper pitch — that helps. Thrice, he sounds like the Hot Hot Heat singer back when he was broke and hungry, also much like that dude from Tora! Tora! Torrance! And, finally, four-square, he leads a band that dips into a lot of no-no troughs and comes out sparkling. It’s almost as if Arcade Fire and Titus Andronicus never happened, dude. Thank Christ! Not to mention that the flip-side jam kicks off with a lonely pan flute and explodes into a sloppy punk-rock sandwich from hell, replete with tom-tom titty-slaps and treble-heavy cymbal fluffs; without a Side B of this magnitude, the jump-start of A means little. So glad to hear spirited chant-punk that doesn’t physically hurt my heart. I feel like maybe we’re gonna make it after all.
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