Really Really Happy Reviews

 

 

Can't Stop the Bleeding

Universe Revolves Around The Muffs, Scientists Acknowledge Zilch

 

I love dumping on Southern California. Usually for no reason beyond lame prejudice (that, and I haven't been able to get away with dumping on England for years), but the relatively paucity of good so-cal rock bands in the '90's/zeros has made it easy.

The big exception to the rule, however, is The Muffs. Kim Shattuck has been making the pop genius thing look easy for years now...though I suspect there's nothing easy about it. The new Muffs album, 'Really Really Happy' isn't a massive departure from their last couple, and that's not a bad thing. Musically, Shattuck's songs (the harder rocking ones at least) are deceptively formulaic --- that is, if you consider ridiculously catchy 2-3 minute blasters accompanied by her sometimes mournful, sometimes funny, always smart lyrical observations to be a formula. As consistently great songwriters go, she has few equals. Dropping the names of Bob Pollard and Ray Davies only serves to get your hackles up, but what's a hackle or two between friends. Though she's not made nearly the sorta stylistic leaps characteristic of either of those two gentlemen, Kim's hit vs. miss ratio is staggeringly high.

To say the rhythm section of Ronnie Barnett (bass) and Roy McDonald (drums) serve as the perfect foil(s) to Shattuck doesn't really do them justice. For one thing, if you've ever tried to use aluminum foil in place of a rhythm section, you'd know it sounds terrible. And please, feel free to add the Muffs to my list of ridiculously great rock trios that wouldn't make Little Steven's hit parade (though in Silvio's defense, the Muffs were a quartet way back when)

 

They're the only band on earth to let CC Deville play a solo on one of their records and not lose their dignity in the process. The Muffs' latest is available now on the Five Foot Two record label, and if you've never checked them out or just presumed they weren't your kind of thing, well, perhaps they aren't. But wouldn't you'd rather have an informed opinion?

 

Daily Texan

Kim Shattuck and the boys are really, really happy these days. Is it because of the economy? Probably not. Is it because of the weather? I doubt it. Is it because of prescription drugs? ...Possibly. No, as anyone who's been following The Muffs' career for the past decade or so could tell you, it's because their band has just released its sixth album, and it's really, really good.
Back before Green Day, The Offspring and other '90s faux-punk acts of the like, The Muffs were hard at work keeping up where The Ramones and others left off. Shattuck, the band's front woman, sings as if her throat is caught in a bear trap, yet manages to hit highs and lows in a variety of interesting ways to make up quick, catchy melodies that would make Gwen Stefani say, "Why didn't I think of that?"

Throw in some fuzzy guitars and a smart, up-tempo drum beat, and you've got the recipe for The Muffs' success as an alt-punk-grunge-rock-garage-whatever-you-want-to-call-them band from Southern California. While their songs are short and admittedly similar to each other, the trio's energy and knack for tasty song writing come across strong.

In 1993, grunge was in its heyday. Cobain was still alive, a Bush was still president, and fledgling rock bands like The Muffs were trying to make a name for themselves in the changing times. Back then, anyone with a garage and a few instruments could be in a band. Eleven years and six albums later, The Muffs are probably thanking themselves for sticking with it.

Their latest album, released Aug. 10 and titled "Really Really Happy," is a sigh of relief from a band who has seen trends and genres come and go while maintaining a true sound.

" Freak Out," which has seen some radio exposure on Andy Langer's "Next Big Thing," starts off the new record on an up note. That note is then held for 16 more songs and never wavers. Each song is a three-minute affirmation of all things quick and easy. Listening to the record is like biting into a juicy, rapidly prepared hamburger. It is satisfying and delicious, though not exactly fare of the highest quality.

The risky thing about making a record with 17 songs is that you run the risk of the listener getting bored with the material. This is not the case, however, with "Really Really Happy." The songs are so fun that you forget how much they sound like each other. And because they are so short, the lengthy number of tracks only amounts to a little over 40 minutes of material.

Maybe someday mainstream radio will see fit to include the likes of The Muffs in its rotation. I highly doubt it, however. A band like The Muffs must rely on word of mouth, good press, heavy touring and the occasional breakthrough track that finds its way on to the airwaves of an alternative Sunday night showcase program. If you're in the mood to support a fun band that continually puts out good material, pick up a copy of "Really Really Happy." Then take a trip back in time and buy The Muffs' other records.

Brownville Harold

The Muffs demand repeat listenings
By MIKE MOODY
Special to The Herald

August 26, 2004 — Progression can be a great thing in life and, most especially, in pop music, but some things should never change. Add The Muffs to that small list of bands whose refusal to grow up has worked in their favor.

The Muffs have been happily strumming the same three chords that back singer Kim Shattuck’s short and sweet singalong diary entries since their debut album was released in 1993.

Their songs, which have always tended to file themselves in the pop corner of punk rock bookshelf, are consistently catchy and short enough to demand repeat listening.

Really Really Happy is no exception.

Comparisons to The Ramones are inevitable — only three of the 17 upbeat tracks on Happy run over three minutes and The Muffs waste no time plowing through most of them, but the band also pours some of their affection for 1960’s garage pop and ska bombast into the mix.

The opener “Freak Out” is a speedy, sugary number that is over before you’ve had time to memorize the repeating chorus.
The requisite minimalist guitar solo echos the chorus line and Shattuck’s scratchy vocals cadence from high to hoarse in the same verse. It’s classic Muffs.

Shattuck’s vocals are The Muff’s most memorable sound.

She can turn a phrase from sweet to rancid instantly with a gruff whine that rarely gets gimmicky.

Sometimes she sounds like Bart Simpson’s famed antagonizer Nelson fronting his own pop outfit (an extra bonus for imaginative “Simpsons”

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Monterey Weekly

Punk rockers are not supposed to grow up or mature, because if they do, they’re accused of losing their edge—or worse, selling out. Because punk rockers are people and all people change as they age, they’re stuck in a bind—what to do to remain at least kinda true to yourself?

My suggestion would be to pick up this disc, because Muffs’ singer and songwriter Kim Shattuck has dropped her seemingly endless supply of vitriolic screeds and has made a soundtrack that is aptly described by the disc’s title. Beloved by her cult as the master of brilliantly catchy and mildly hostile ditties, Shattuck drops the latter and embraces a whole new set of ideas—that the love of a mate is a precious luxury (“A Little Luxury”) as well as the positively Pet Sounds-like “Everybody Loves You.”

Fans of the early group may be completely flabbergasted by this, not to mention the nearly chantuese-like quality in the singing and an occasional stab at what might be termed “jazzy” guitar playing. But this is growth and courage speaking here—the Muffs haven’t lost their zeal, they’ve just moved it into a realm where they’re comfortable with it. If you aren’t, it’s your loss. (JA)

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Bristol News / TriCities.com

Muffs CD Makes People Really Happy
Stacy Fentress
Special to TriCities.com
Aug 20, 3:14 PM EDT

The new Muffs album is called Really Really Happy, and that’s exactly how I felt when it arrived in the mail.  It’s been five years since the last Muffs album, and I have missed them. 

Vocalist, guitarist and songwriter Kim Shattuck started the Muffs 13 years ago in California, and after several lineup changes and shakeups, the trio also includes Ronnie Barnett on bass and Roy McDonald on drums. 

They were signed by Warner Brothers and released their debut full-length in 1993.  Like many great bands of the early 1990s, the Muffs had their fair share of problems with major record labels, which consisted of the usual fights over artistic differences and the ever burdensome, “I don’t hear a single,” complaint.  One of the band’s videos featured the band jumping up and down and going nuts during a meeting with a bunch of boring people who were allegedly supposed to represent A & R reps. 

Really Really Happy has seen the band move to a new label, Five Foot Two Records, which is run by fellow musicians Anna Waronker and Charlotte Caffey.  The atmosphere at the label is more relaxed, and Shattuck believes that has enhanced the band’s work.  She has said that Really Really Happy is the best album the Muffs have done since 1995’s Blonder and Blonder. 

It is a laid back rock record where Shattuck displays the versatility of her unique voice.  There are some of her trademark screams, but for the most part, she sings.  Sometimes the sounds she makes with her voice are more prevalent than the words she uses, like in the songs Everybody Loves You, My Lucky Day and How I Pass the Time.  Her pronunciation is more important to the sound of the songs than the actual lyrics. 

Don’t Pick On Me showcases one of my favorite things about Shattuck-her ability to write “leave me alone or you’ll be sorry” lyrics that are completely authentic without sounding like she’s looking for a fight.  She doesn’t pull any punches either.  She clearly says, “You’re pushing me too far…And if you don’t stop I’ll take you to the end of your life.”  She also repeats, “Don’t pick on me or I will torture you…” in the chorus of the song.   And, more importantly, she says it in a way that makes the listener believe that she is completely serious. 

Shattuck’s phrasing is particularly interesting in the song Freak Out, where she starts off with minimal guitar singing, “About myself, what do you want to know.”  She has a keen sense of what sounds right in a song, and her unique phrasings only add to the overall sound of a song.  She truly uses her voice as an instrument-she doesn’t just sing a song, she truly performs it. 

While there are a number of standout songs, the album sounds best when taken as a whole.  Whoever sequenced the songs knew how to arrange them for optimum effect.  While it isn’t a concept album, each song does seem to build off the one before. 

The Muffs are planning to tour in September.  So far, the closest date to the Tri Cities is September 16 in Atlanta, but they are planning to tour heavily to promote Really Really Happy, so maybe they’ll hit a closer market soon. 

Regardless of where you live, Really Really Happy is a great album for people who like their pop to pack a punch (sometimes reminiscent of the really cool garage bands of the 1960s).

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Weekender Reporter

The Muffs: Really Really Happy
Girl who sounds like a guy
By Casey Toner


No self-respecting woman should ever sing like a man. Their vocal chords sound hoarse, croaking just like frogs. “Rrrrr-ibbit!”
But ‘bro, The Muffs need that half-drunk macho slur. They need turbo-bitch Courtney Love’s punk rock cred. Why? Because their heavy-metal thrashings as the Pendoras failed to yield an undying following 10 years ago.

How could even Jesus Christ expect to resurrect any entrails of a scene with these beach-blanket jams capable of begrudging the totally gnarly Orange County surf?

Well, the Son of God would weave critical introspection into clever songs (for example, “The Story of Me”), then ride his Brian Wilson horse off into Los Angeles.

He would also ride it to a bloody stump because better, more harmonious bands (with singers instead of frogs) also copy Blue Album-era Weezer.

This album takes the old road most traveled. On that stale, dusted path, it sounds like just another major key, jaded surf record sung by just another bad voice.

If Brian Wilson had laryngitis, “Really Really Happy” sounds like the Beach Boys. Or rather, their ugly bastard child with the Distillers.

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Aiding and Abetting:

The Muffs Really Really Happy (Five Foot Two-Oglio Records)
Listen for about ten seconds and it's like, "Yeah, that's the Muffs. That's pretty cool." All the time off doesn't seem to have created any rust, and while the folks don't seem to have expanded their vision much, seventeen new Muffs songs are always worth celebrating.

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Splendid Magazine:

If The Ramones were essentially pop classicists dressed up in loud, fast, punk clothing, The Muffs were like a female-fronted Ramones with decelerated tempos and an even more pronounced affection for the savage young Beatles. They'll forever be lumped in with '90s alt-rock, but their shtick doesn't feel confined to a particular era. Really Really Happy arrives after a five-year sabbatical. Although it shows precious little growth (no bold new directions here), it conveys little age or fatigue, either. Remarkably spry for a thirteen-year-old band, it's at least of a piece with their best work, even if it doesn't make any advances on it.

Singer-guitarist Kim Shattuck remains this trio's not-so-secret weapon. By placing her low, ragged, sooty growl (like a better-tempered, less-tortured Courtney Love) against sweetly melodic guitar-based power pop, the band generates a clash of opposites that's simple and familiar by design (kinda like The Go-Gos crossed with Joan Jett), but just quirky enough to call their own. When you think Shattuck has reached the softest, most vulnerable spot imaginable (like her shift into a near-falsetto on "Slow"), she'll playfully bare her claws with something like this couplet from "By My Side": "I complete you / but you don't know it yet / I just want to keep you / You're my little pet!" A hilariously raucous scream follows.

As with all other Muffs albums, this one's energetic, unironic and compact. The lesser songs sound a little too similar, but the better ones are really, really swell indeed. The title track teems with measured but felt exuberance. "How I Pass the Time" features a ringing five-note guitar hook for the ages. "Don't Pick On Me" ("... and I won't torture you") whoops it up with bright, sassy honky tonk that's danceable enough to fit in at your next square dance (and it's a little screwy to boot). "The Story of Me" signs off with poignant resignation and ease, and still sounds like nothing less than a blast.

The album's few departures, like an acoustic arrangement on "My Awful Dream", are pleasant, but they just don't have the same zing as when the band sticks to their formula's tried-and-true essentials. Many songs here persuasively argue for that formula's success, and the album as a whole could've made an even stronger case with less than seventeen of them. As it stands, however, Really Really Happy is a solid effort from a band so likable that you leave the disc perplexed as to why they remain so underappreciated.


-- Chris Kriofske

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