This Brooklyn-born band, led by singer-guitarist Kait Eldridge has a punchy, crisp sound, full of high energy, guitar driven pop in that classic late ’70’s/early ’80’s post-punk vein.  Good production and a tight rhythm section give Stake My Claim, their third effort, a great feel.  It also helps that the songs are well-constructed and catchy.

The title track kicks off the collection and is 100 m.p.h. before it comes to a quick and sudden stop, going into “Behind Your Eyes” which is infectious – and it has to be said, Ms. Eldridge’s vocals are warm and embracing (think of a less-raw Joan Jett) and her guitar sound has a great crunch to it; “Just Not Right” is a little slower but again, an instantly catchy number that goes into full throttle in the middle – she certainly knows how to write a song and also to keep it in economic time.  “Leave This Town” is a “visual” track – you can imaging a movie in your mind to the lyrics; “When You Were 25” is a “classic punk” tribute to the pains of ending youth (21 to 25 IS a transitional period that usually spells out there’s no way back and it’s time to move always forward!); “Curse Of The Tides” is all of 50 seconds but explodes out at you, a complete song – a style that would make Wire or The Minutemen proud and “Alls I Know” is pure power pop at its glorious best.

Ten songs, none longer that 2:59, but instantly memorable, rather than the opposite.  A very good and focused album – and obviously a great deal of talent from the writing of Kait Eldridge.  One of Brooklyn’s best offerings is Big Eyes and this is one hell of a delivery.


Stake My Claim is available now

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Rob Ross

Rob Ross has been, for good, bad or indifferent, involved in the music industry for over 30 years - first as guitarist/singer/songwriter with The Punch Line, then as freelance journalist, producer and manager to working for independent and major record labels. He resides in Staten Island, New York with his wife and cats; he works out a lot, reads voraciously, loves Big Star and his orange Gretsch. Doesn't that make him neat?

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