I worry about uniqueness for its own sake, particularly with a band so saturated in pop-rock tendencies that it bogs down what could otherwise be an enjoyable, slightly askew album. No fear to be had with outlandish Blood Sister, who do the whole post-glam west coast big rock synth pop sound with all the irony but none of the cynicism (or peacocking). This is set for your XM dial or that struggling college radio station that your university still tries to push forward. There is one DJ who is looking to expand his/her “indie” horizons and stumbled upon Blood Sister and now wishes to share them. Put me in the same boat, though much older and never beholden to college radio because I was too busy being stoned in my dorm room. So even as I had to grow up, Blood Sister’s self-titled allows me wallow in the muck of rock and jock pop without feeling [too] dirty. This is the good ol’ fashioned stuff that 1970s roadies used to climb Zion to speak about. Now you can fit it in your tape deck, not in a vein.
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